Fear & Running

A sick pit in my stomach, dread, of all the things still left to do. All my past failures, the fear of not getting ahead enough in life. All the opportunities I’m not taking advantage of, all the things I’m missing out on.

I want to score a win, but I’m too tired to sprint. The next victory is beyond the horizon, too far away.

I want to slow down but the world won’t slow down with me.

So I grit my teeth and turn up the music.

More keystrokes. Pounding away.

Maybe if I work enough, I won’t fail.