Surprise

 unexpected expectation

The Benefit

of fiction is that in contrast to reality, which is merely factual, it may, just may contain truth.

Kudos

to everybody who can say: "What, in fact, was the true beginning of my end?"

There is a current of meaning flowing in this question that makes me rejoice. Not in the least, by the way, because of its manifold, paradoxic nature.

Gentleness

"Do one thing every day that scares you", though I do not even trust the sunscreen to that extent, it's still a good advice. So I once again tried my luck with fingers.

And then there came this wonderful song with these wonderful lines and absolutely made my day:
"Would you  paint my face, I wanna be a tiger, cause a tiger when in need can be so fierce, though my fur's made of rust, and my whiskers soaked in blood, I hope I'll a tiger when you're here" - Such a terrible gentleness behind that painted face.