I’m scared of being forgotten. I’m scared that after I’m gone, I won’t be remembered fondly by anyone or even at all. Something on my bucket list is to have something that stays here even after I’m gone. I want to write a book. Something that can be bought in stores as a New York Times bestseller or something that is found in a dusty old quarter bin from a library sale.
I’m scared of the unknown. I think many other people do as well, that’s why we have so social and cultural problems in society today. That aspect of the unknown isn’t what frightens me. My fear is more self-centered, I am afraid of what the unknown has in store for me. Most people my age don’t fret about this issue, they are still riding the high that they are invincible and nothing bad can happen to them. This is false, tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us, young or old. It’s just something we have to accept.
I try to say “Thank you” when I wake up in the morning because I am lucky to be given another day on this Earth to make my life mean something.
What are you afraid of? Is it similar to my two fears? Is it different? If you’re willing to share, please do so. Thanks for reading.