All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to worry about not having existed before they were conceived. Or at all. After all, one sperm over and we would have been our sisters, and we'd never have been missed.
What you are is a question only you can answer.
Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.
Some people grow into their dreams, instead of out of them.
You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.
People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.