Fear! Fear! I’ve read and seen so many books, essays, videos, and articles on fear and possible ways of handling it—and I can tell you for free that it doesn’t really take the fears all up.
Coming from a family of low financial grounds and being the first person to have graduated from university—out of six children and with all hopes on me as some sort of messiah to my family—my greatest fear has always been not being successful. The fear of not being able to lift my family’s standard to a higher one. The fear of letting them down after all their sacrifices.
Every decision I make feels like a delicate balance between hope and pressure, between ambition and anxiety. The weight of expectations is both a motivator and a burden, pushing me forward while whispering doubts in my ear. What if I fail? What if all my efforts amount to nothing? What if, despite my best intentions, I remain stuck in the cycle I desperately want to break?
But fear, I’ve come to realize, is not just an enemy—it is a shadow that follows me, a force that reminds me of what is at stake. And maybe, just maybe, if I learn to walk with it rather than run from it, I can turn it into fuel rather than chains.