I honestly don’t know what to do. I’m so lost and I don’t know how to find myself. I sit and read books about other people living their lives and I’m so morose because I’m too scared to go out and find my own happiness. It’s not that I’m necessarily curled up in a fetal position on my bed depressed. I’m just genuinely scared of actually accomplishing anything in my life. I worry that the world will reject any contributions I make. My solution? Don’t finish anything you start. It’s so utterly hypocritical of me because I’m only hindering my own success, but as of late I literally need someone to hold my hand and pat my back in order to finish anything I start. At some point I decided that if I didn’t put my work in the world then the world can’t say no. Even if I feel I’ve finished a project I just let it gather dust. I’m being absolutely ridiculous. I’m biding my time, waiting for events, saying to myself, “Now my life will start.” But what am I waiting for! Why can’t I simply trigger these changes myself. I’ve been following this philosophy, “If you’re falling… Dive.”[Joseph Campbell] I think all that’s done is justify making my life nuclear. I’m constantly tripping and falling, so I’m just exaggerating my actions to mask my apprehension. Most of all I just need to let go of these fears and put myself out there again. “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.”[JKR]


