Life.
Maybe we're not supposed to be perfect. Maybe this strive for perfection is just an illusion that we create for ourselves. In the time that we do "work" towards that, we forget. I forget. I forget that maybe there are rooms for error. Maybe my life isn't supposed to be figured out yet. Maybe I do need to take a couple of knocks and figure what is right and what direction I need to go.
We spend hours studying, working---just simply trying to make ourselves better. But, what if all that was a waste? What if we couln't get better? What if we were stuck in the "mediocre" and never really got to the "elite"?
I'm scared. Scared that I'll fail. Scared that I won't get what I want.
Scared that I will disappoint.