The Deepest Question (Fear Challenge)
The questions haunt my existence. Should I have died that day? Why did he die instead of me? Am I living on borrowed time?
Ever since my car spun out of control on that tainted highway, I’ve felt like I have no control over my life. Fate drives my actions. Destiny stirs my thoughts. I am immobilized by predestination. Afraid to move, afraid to hope, afraid to dream. Afraid to reach out for help. I must keep up outward appearances of strength, so I live a double-life of sorts.
The fear paralyzes me. I feel like I’m in a straightjacket, gasping for air. I am an unjust arbiter of my activities. I punish myself for every misstep, because I must believe I’m only here because I’m supposed to do something important.
The deepest question is what is it I’m supposed to do?