What are you afraid of?
Got to love those prompt challenges.
What are you afraid of?
That question feels very different than saying I’m scared of X or I have a fear of Y. It feels like a challenge like a quip from the male lead in a Disney movie before you take the scary leap he asked of you or the famous last lines in a B horror movie.
I’m afraid of never finding my purpose in the world or worse, realizing no one truly has one. Not in the fantastical calling of fate kind of way at least.
I’m afraid of never accomplishing my dreams, as fuzzy and half-baked as they are.
I’m afraid of never being enough. That my many scattered, inconsequential pieces amount to nothing; especially when my husband really enjoys puzzles. No one wants the box missing pieces. It’s really unfulfilling.
But at the end of the day, I relish proving these fears wrong when I get the chance to. Is that the point of life maybe? I have no clue.
So, what are you afraid of?
