But i’m comfortable.
There’s a lot to be said,
for comfortable.
Maybe not happy,
not fulfilled,
but it could be worse,
it could be painful,
embarrassing even.
I might fail,
fail in public,
and people would talk, would laugh.
I might not be able to retreat
into the shadows,
back here,
back to being comfortable.
Ask me again,
another day,
not tomorrow though.
It is an odd one, this fear we have of being seen to fail. Just why do we care what others may think…as long as we know what we have done or tried to do?
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Lots of us react like this, it’s a sort of fear of the unknown.
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