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Everybody is scared of something. Many of us are afraid to admit it, but deep down inside, each and every one of us has something that triggers an internal crumbling deep inside of us whether it be bugs or the meaning of life.
I, too, am afraid of a few things. I absolutely hate the sound of sirens. My hair stands on end every time I hear that familiar wee-woo! outside my window. I can’t help but raise the volume of the song playing at that moment to drown out the noise. I’m also scared of death us are.
I mean, most of But there is one thing I fear the most out of everything in this world.
I am scared of missed opportunities, of a stolen possibility. I am scared of lost chances I’m scared of waking up on the wrong side of the bed and making the wrong move. I’m scared of the domino effect that a single action could create, or the butterfly effect, as people would put it.
I’m scared of a future I don’t know yet. I’m scared of losing what’s mine. I’m scared that what hasn’t even arrived yet could be taken from me. I’m scared of experiences yet to come, fading away into the wind like the dust on the backyard porch.
Like a shadow in the night, it creeps up on me when I look at the things and the people I love. And like any other fear, it leaves this empty hole of doubt in my heart.
It’s funny how fate works because as I was scrolling through my phone one weekend, I came across a quote that would stick to me through the years: “Every song ends, but is that any reason not to enjoy the music?”