Cap ou pas cap

How often do we wonder not if the others are capable of doing something but if we are?
I recently came to the conclusion that if we are not dragged into something or if we are not dared to do it, we are incapable of doing something just like that for the fun of doing something else, for the fun of beeing young and free.
Where is the essence of life lately? Where are we all going? Is it so bad to put your feelings out in the open or to tell or your fantesies and wildest dreams?
I often wonder where is that innocence that we had and that feeling that we can climb to the top of the mountain, the feeling that we had when we were little, so little that nothing was impossible, even if the mountain looked much more bigger than it looks now. In fact, the real question is... where did we go? And if we are somewhere, can we be found again? And if we can be found, are we capable of finding ourselves or are we doomed to wait forever for that special someone that may rescue us someday?
So... the question remains: cap ou pas cap? (or simple: love me if you dare)