I just had an epiphany.
I’ve always tried to avoid having huge goals and while I was mulling over why I am afraid of (?) having these big dreams, I came to a conclusion.
I’m not afraid of failure. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at moving on. I’m good with going with the next best alternative.
No, the thing I’m most afraid of is pity. I cannot stand the thought of people feeling sorry for me, especially because I know I’ll most probably be fine and will end up having to convince them that I’m okay.
So yes. That’s all for now. Bai.