Questions.

"How can one be sure about something, if one's afraid to ask the second one. The second one wasn't sure either cause he was afraid to ask the first one."

This is twisted.
Why do some things have to end just because the course of your life intended it to be like that. And by the way, who took the right in his hands to lay out my life path without asking my opinion about it... It's not god cause I don't believe in that hobo. Or is the way your life floats just some course of faith we all have to undergo and in the meantime truly believe in it. Cause some things are easy to revolte against. Like not studying for an exam. But if it comes to serious matter... I'm a coward, like many other me's. And always, I regret the moments I didn't dare to ask the questions that can influence your own journey of life, questions people are so fearfull off.
And why? Cause let's face it, what would happen if you just spit them out. Right onto the stage of life, performing for us all: "the delicate questions of life"
I guess our biggest fear is realising that mostly we're uncapable of giving a good answer on them. Or we're scared of hearing the truth out loud (cause in your head, you already knew you wouldn't like the answer). The fear to get hurt by answers, is our biggest fear. So we crawl back into a safe cocoon of unknowing naivity and prospone the moment of posing questions, till there's no time for posing them anymore.