Some people might fear spiders, snakes, or heights, dark, but there’s another fear dwelling within me, not easily grasped by the senses.
It’s not tangible; it’s a thought that keeps me up at night, a haunting idea…
My greatest fear is the possibility that my parents won’t be here physically in the future when I achieve my dreams.
I’m not afraid of death itself, because to me, death is seeing a future without my loved ones.
Everything would be meaningless if being what I wanted to be someday meant losing them.
Death isn’t my only dread; seeing a future where my loved ones are gone is my truest terror.
My goals are not merely personal achievements, but milestones shared with people who believed in me before I believed in myself.
Their love has been the cornerstone of my journey, and to stand on that foundation without them would be to lose the very support structure of it.
To face the world with the weight of dreams fulfilled, but the absence of those dearest to us, would be a bittersweet victory indeed.
As I strive every day, the image that haunts me often comes to mind.
I don’t want my achievements to be once celebrated, like an ash in my mouth without the joy and the applause that would echo only in memory.
I don’t want to see myself saying, “If only my parents were here.”
I don’t want to see myself remembering the days they believed in me, had faith in me, and supported me.
Because for me, everything would be hollow.
How could I cherish victory when its sweetness is forever tainted by the bitterness?
This is my biggest fear that I know I won’t let happen.
