Alexander the Great.

He was the greatest conquerer in all of history. This was a man who never denied his fears, but instead lived his entire life facing up to them. Great men die young, and so it was at the age of 33, Alexander succumbed to fever as the ruler of the world, and he died a free man.
His was a life supported by the unwavering loyalty of the love of his life, Hephaistion, shrouded by the darkness of his mother, Olympias, and bolstered by the unfinished legacy of his father, Philip. He went , he saw and he conquered.

In a time when no one knew where the end of the world lay, he dared to venture into the unknown. In our time, when we have conquered the lands, the seas and the skies, our fears are no longer of the unknown. Or are they?

Alexander could not accept defeat, so he fought on. And although his failures overshadow the successes of most men, in the end, he was but a mortal. As we all are.

so what do we fear? I fear the unknown. Except, what I do not know is hardly something that lies beyond the highest peaks of the himalayas, or the deepest depths of the Pacific . What I fear, is something that most mortals have experienced- a broken heart. Alexander was one who fought numerous battles, won and never lost. And in the end, he died of a broken heart. But above all, he dared to live.

What is it to love? What is it to have lost? I do not know. There are those who are brave enough to have lost , and dared to love again. And so it is, that I, empowered by the courage of the brave, dare to find what lies in the unknown. Because to live in fear, would be to die in its shackles, and to never taste freedom.