The scariest thing in the world is that which you don’t understand.
Growing up it was dark rooms, monsters, and vegetables.
I’ve had two fears since considering myself of age to have a real opinion. Snakes, because they’re fuckers; and, mediocrity. I’m terrified of slouching through life, not making something of myself, or sadly finishing (life) without knowing what I should have done.
A couple of weeks ago and fifteen minutes into a conversation I was asked, “What’s your passion? What fires you up?”
I stood there and said nothing. The group around me chimed-in in effort to fill in the blank. They threw my hobbies and interests out like blind people throwing darts.
All I could think was, “I wish I knew.”