Heeey Flo, thanks for taking the time. Isn't that a relief when we cross that fear line for the first time?

It's like getting a ton of weight from our shoulder and right after we think "ah it was just that? I haven't died?"
And then, after crossing the line many times, we develop that feeling of "fuck it, I've passed through many things, I don't care anymore". This is when life starts to develop in the speed of light.

I look back, when I was a teenager, and I feel so stupid for being shy and all, talking to girls and that fear of rejection HAHAHA classic. Then we travel, and hitchhike, and end up eating sushi alone in the middle of nowhere, and find job on the road, and meet tons of great people. It's funny to look back and realise the humongous potato I was.