Good luck with your speech, soot-face Anon! pirate
I won't forget the time when someone came around and helped me to help myself, the belief that we are wholly responsible for our own being and what we become and the existential anxiety we're faced with because of this task, as well as the burden of a conscious mind;
And this person was never afraid to speak up their mind nor of the greater thoughts and minds that have long since passed, even when faced with the insurmountable scrunity of their critics in public, and even in their somewhat broken tongue could they deliver their beauitful thoughts with convict and efficiency.
They taught me that true liberation is the liberation of one's mind, and that anxiety is merely a fear of the unknown that we cannot possibly predict the outcome of - Imagining misfortunate scenarios in a vain attempt to predict, and perhaps thereby prevent, its outcome only ironically sets us up for the uncomfortable place we already find ourselves in - Where upon we're anxious of what may or may not be.
As could the same be reasoned for the fear of death, and anything that we feel to be 'beyond' us.
When the moment comes, we cease to be - We don't 'become', we always are, and we can only be.