Doubts
Something is festering within me. I've been doubting myself and my capabilities. I am so scared of failure -- fear of failure itself and the inability to pick myself up from the plummet. And as each month passes, the fear amplifies and it resonates loudly in my head. So intense it becomes too difficult to ignore. As everyone reminds me of my age and smile and exclaim, "Happy Birthday!" I have a mini panic attack and meltdown that no one knows about.
I don't want to age. Aging is like a bomb; though it does not count-down the years I have left.. Rather with every age that transpires, its voice whispers all the things I should have accomplished by now. All the things I do not want to hear.
It laughs at me... it mocks me, "Going into Arts for Communications? You're a fool..."
and sometimes it becomes too much to bare.
I don't want to age. Aging is like a bomb; though it does not count-down the years I have left.. Rather with every age that transpires, its voice whispers all the things I should have accomplished by now. All the things I do not want to hear.
It laughs at me... it mocks me, "Going into Arts for Communications? You're a fool..."
and sometimes it becomes too much to bare.