Shall we sit here amongst the lies, shall we burden ourselves with something that is not even ours to carry.  Do we smile when we're breaking or cry when we're flying.  Or do we simply float through life, trapped without a greater sense of meaning other then to keep our hearts beating.  Each breath defines one more day to which we can say we have lived, one more day to which we can be unafraid will come, for it has already passed.  Time ticks away the panic and resistence and bring us closer to the time we may really be free.  For pessimists are not misery lovers, but simply people who refuse to be controlled by the lies of a society to which wishes to create a false sense of sercurity.  Optimists are dreamers, lost within a world they are too scared to admit will never become a reality.  Time makes us stronger or it kills us, you have no choice to which path it takes you.  Your only choice is to resist or simply fall inside the terror.  I recommend to fall, fall within what you feel for running away only makes it hit you about the head harder.  If you spend so much of your life running, then to what life have you lived?  Not a great one I would think.  You shall be miserable in your dream land and that would be unfortunate.  So my advice, oh happy child, is to become unhappy.  Because until you cry tears from a broken heart, lost friendship or a stab in the back you cannot say you have truely lived.