Life is a fountain?

I sat at a fountain today... I just wanted to run into it and forget my worries. But I was too scared. Too afraid to get wet. I didn't want to deal with the ride home or the walking around in wet clothes. I was afraid. And because of that fear, I missed out on the fun of running into the fountain. Is that like life? Do we miss out on things because we're scared? And we don't want to deal with the tough things? Uh, get over it. Run in.