
I caught myself, do I fear life like some fear God? Why do I find my thoughts travelling over mountains I have not yet climbed? Why is there fear that there is not enough time, that it will not be good enough? Who am I afraid of? Is it myself? That I will somehow let myself down from some expectation that masquerades as me? That someone will tell me off?
This is not living this is fearing. Face life!
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