I’m afraid.
Afraid of dying.
Afraid of dying without ever having achieved something meaningful in life.
They say that when you’re close to death, you regret everything you did or didn’t do.
The words that remained unspoken. The words said in the heat of an argument.
The decisions you made—or didn’t make.
The missed opportunities.
Someone once told me that these thoughts about life are a special form of awakening.
But no one tells you that this awakening hurts deeply in the heart. It hurts.
I want to change a lot in the world—especially myself—but still, I’m stuck.
I don’t know what to do with myself or my life.
I look up at the sky, but it simply doesn’t answer me.
It remains silent. While inside me, a war rages.
But this time, it isn’t quiet—it’s loud.
This war lives in every fiber of my being.
Everyone says it’s never too late to change something in life.
But once you die, you can’t change anything.
Not the world, and not yourself.
What if I never find my way?
I’m tired. Tired of all the division, the games, the hate and resentment.
I long for peace. Peace within me.
I’m afraid.
Afraid of dying without ever having found myself.