Doubt

And then there are times of weakness.

Times when fears and doubts bear down, and I don’t know who I am. Times I wonder about choices, made and unmade, and what could’ve been.

A sense, then, of existential dread washes over me. Who am I? What am I doing? Is there grand purpose to my life I’m missing? Some way in which I’ve, fundamentally, failed?

When I get like this, I think of what my father told me as a child…

“Man the fuck up, and get on with it!”

…it gives me the strength I need to carry on.