"What is your worst fear?" You hear that question all too much. You hear it from family members, therapists, and even friends. I have come to find out that there are a lot of fears in my personal fear arsenal, but one sticks out more than any fear I've had, even more than heights or spiders. And that one fear is: change. I fear change the most, because that is how I've always grown up to fear. When I was younger, my grandmother, Lorraine, died of colon cancer. From then on, I have always been wary of what might be the repercussions that change brings. Though most change brings good things, such as college and new births in the family, but there is always something that comes along -a bad change- that changes everything and makes me think again that change is bad.
Change is scary to me. I enjoy my life the way it is right now, at this current moment. The fear of the unknown really drives my fear of change, they go hand-in-hand. I'd much rather know what would happen in the future if I had a choice between two possible changes, but obviously that just isn't possible. Life brings change, and with change, comes hope for a new and perhaps better beginning. Maybe someday, I can think of change as a good thing, but for now, it is yet another mountain I have to climb. One step at a time...
Change is scary to me. I enjoy my life the way it is right now, at this current moment. The fear of the unknown really drives my fear of change, they go hand-in-hand. I'd much rather know what would happen in the future if I had a choice between two possible changes, but obviously that just isn't possible. Life brings change, and with change, comes hope for a new and perhaps better beginning. Maybe someday, I can think of change as a good thing, but for now, it is yet another mountain I have to climb. One step at a time...