EXISTENTIAL FEAR

I’m afraid, as we all are.

I’m afraid that I’m such a mistake that I’ll never truly find my place in this world, unless I’m being used for someone else's benefit.

I’m afraid that no matter how hard I try, nothing will come of my efforts because we’re all at the mercy of our own fate, a path forged for each of us leaving us no choice. Some are doomed shiver alone in the darkest of cold shadows, while others get to be illuminated by the warmth of the sun.

I’m afraid that I’m too weak, too unnecessary, too worthless.

I’m afraid of loosing just as much as I’m afraid of winning, therefore I become too afraid to try.

I’m afraid of being crippled by loneliness.

I’m afraid of being crippled by age.

I’m afraid of being crippled by fear, even though I already am.

I’m afraid of people and their intentions.

I’m afraid of the world because I’m afraid that I’m not meant to be here.

I’m afraid of being alone, yet I’m afraid of getting close to others.

I’m afraid of simply being human.

I’m afraid, as we all are.