My worst fear?
Not an easy question, that one. I’m not afraid of dying … nor am I afraid of pain, even if I don’t really like it.
I suppose what I am afraid of, is being left behind.
I’m not afraid of consciously being left behind. I’m afraid that I’ll not be able to keep up with the rest, rather than they making the decision to leave me. I’m afraid that despite everything I try to do, I’ll lose them in the crowd.
They’ll surge forward on the crest of the wave, and I’ll be stuck at the trough