What am I afraid of?

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This is one of those questions where you can think of it on a more deep level or right on the surface level. For me, most of my fears do not come from the physical level, but from something deeper. Comment below if you can relate to any of these or what your fears are

I’m going to start with a surface level fear which is Reptiles. Any reptile for that matter, especially lizards. I just think they are extremely slimy looking, and just ugh gives me the creeps. Another would be a snake. I’ve never had a close encounter with a snake, however, if I did, I would just give up lol. No way im fighting my way out.

Something else I am afraid of is Cats. Yeah, I know this may sound silly, but I truly am afraid of cats. It’s like you never know when and how to approach them, and they attack for any reason. They scratch you for whatever reason, they knock stuff off the table for whatever reason, they are just rude. People say maybe I’ve had some bad experiences with cats and they all aren’t like that but until I see that as proof, I am not a cat person. (Dogs rule)

This is where things get deep. Another thing I am afraid of is not living or succeeding to my full potential. And no I don’t mean failure. I mean wasting my life. Living a mediocre life, going to the same job everyday for 10+ years, not traveling and seeing what’s out there in the world, just going about my daily routine every single day. I don’t want to be like that. When I was younger, I used to believe that you work as hard as you can and when you retire, that’s when you start to have fun. Not anymore. Life is far too short to think like that. I am now exploring what I am passionate about, which is helping people, and creating.

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One thought on “What am I afraid of?”

  1. I’ve been in gunfights, artillery’s strikes, fires, wrecks, and never flinched. Let a water snake cross my path and the Flash has nothing on me.

    Living a meaningless life is a biggie. I couldn’t settle for what everyone else considers life. When they at last roll me into the old folks home, I’m at least going to have interesting stories. But I’m sure no one will believe them.

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