Not so long ago, I’d say my biggest fear was loneliness, or maybe something even more banal, like spiders.
I always had high hopes for what my future will hold. And although I was an incurable loner - someday, somehow, I hoped for a nice, warm home and a family to come home to.
I’ve made quite a lot of mistakes which I now regret terribly.
First one was that I never told my family how much I really cared for them. How much I really loved them.
The second, I’ve never cherished the freedom I’ve always had, taking it for granted.
The third: Friends, because I never had a chance to trust anyone.
And the last but not least: I should’ve listened to the warnings.
And now. If you ask me now what I’m afraid of, I would say time, for it is a precious quantity, that slips through the fingers with a blink of an eye. Once it’s gone, you cannot bring it back. You cannot fix the mistakes you’ve made.
And believe me, I’ve made many.