It Does and Always

Fear of being irrelevant. Irrelevant to people, surroundings and yourself.
It's a feeling that resembles reality but never is.
Because in reality you didn't doubt your abilities so much, you didn't trust yourself so little.
Why now? Things haven't been going very smooth.
That's odd, when did they ever?
Of course, childhood flashbacks in threads of nostalgia hurt.
Weren't they for solace in such times?
Perhaps not.



Fear of uncertainty. Uncertainty of today, tomorrow and thereafter.
It's a constant reminder of struggle.
Because where you are and where you will be, bothers you.
Why now? It's difficult to live without knowing for sure.
That's odd, you never knew for sure ever.
Of course, moving with life as it is  has made you curious.
Wasn't curiosity your cup of tea?
Perhaps not.

Fear of being right about this. It means "hope" was just a mirage.
Self created for sustainability.
Because you thought living with hope is better than living without it.
Why aren't you hopeful enough? Things haven't been the way you wanted.
That's surprising, you knew this all along.
Of course, faith can restore happiness from time to time.
Wasn't faith your way of living?
Perhaps not.

Maybe you don't need to ask these questions.
Maybe you're not ready.
Maybe you're not there, yet.