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Fear.


Fear exists.
And it lurks in the dark.
It comes in silent moments and it grips by your throat.
In that moment, fear is all you hear, see and feel.
It's real.

And right now, that is what I feel.
I'm scared.
My exams are coming closer and that is what scares me.

What if I fail?
What if I fall?
What if all I am ever good for in life is falling?

And that fear is crushing.

But as much as fear exists, I have to do my best.
So even if I do fall, at least, I won't regret it.

I'm scared.
And I am absolutely confused but that is life.
And I have to simply go on.

Comments

文儀 said…
I feel the same. As if I am moving on, the fear comes along with me. When I turn by back, I can feel that it follows, like a shadow. When light blocked by me, the shadow will just appear. Especially at night, both the desire and the terror seem to swallow me deep into the darkness and the next day show no sign of such tattoo when it had already buried under my skin.

We will survive this, this is what I keep telling myself.
Happy "Sam" said…
Aiyaya,
Don't be scare.

God is around you.
We are around you.
Family are around you.

Every people also will fail, fall ... but don't let this blocking you to success !!

Just think positif !!
Scare is just you think badly only.


Happy happy and enjoy !!
Life is full of happiness ~


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