How can I be so hard on myself?
I knew the journey would be tough. That’s why I signed up for it.
I knew that it would be scary.
But what is it that I truly fear?
I fear failure.
I fear a life of not knowing, not truly understanding.
I fear failing to live up to the standards that I have set for myself.
I fear that I will fail to ever find out what I am truly capable of.
I fear that I will never be quite what I imagined I could be.
I fear that what my mind conjures up will never come to fruition.
I fear that I won’t measure up.
I fear that I will be lonely.
I fear second place.
I fear a life without passion.
I fear a life without peace and enough time to truly enjoy it.
I fear a life with limitations.
I fear a life of holding back.
I fear a life without meaning.
I fear a life in which I don’t truly live.
Is this journey the right one for me?
The most comfort I have felt in a while comes from knowing that I have these fears.
It means that my journey must be worthwhile.