Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

If you flee from the things you fear, there's no resolution.

The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you'll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the world fought and kissed, you sat in some dark room masturbating and making money.

Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.

People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.