I manage to get out of bed each and every day.
I get up, get ready, and get to work.
People look at me with admiration for this feat.
"How are you so motivated?" they ask.
What I wish I could call powerful motivation
and a strong work ethic
Is simply just a vast and immense fear of failure.
I worry that everything I'm striving for
will be for nothing,
that I will fail at all that I want to accomplish.
I think of how easy it would be to lay here.
All of the thoughts swarming around in my head
Tell me to just give up in a cacophany of anxiety.
The only thing I can predict is that
Life will only ever always continue to be unpredictable.
I have to get up and keep moving.
I can not -
I will not lay in this bed idly,
paralyzed by fear; but rather,
I shall turn that fear into strength and allow it to drive me forward.
All the place I haven't seen,
All the people I haven't met,
All the things I haven't done -
There is still so much I'm excited to do.
I have too much unfinished business to attend to.
I get up, get ready, and greet the day.