I’m scared of two things: permanence and failure.
That permanent, final, future choice. Because what if I feel trapped, with no way out. What if I no longer have control. What if I wake up tomorrow and the only way out is through heartache and slashes of your pain.
And failure, who doesn’t fear failure. How can I be sure what I do will be good enough? That it will be as good as what I’m good at.
You tell me.