As usual it was all about fear. Fear of death. Fear of failure. Fear of humiliation and ridicule. The same fears that had plagued him throughout his life were with him now like old enemies: always close enough to give a whisper should he need a reminder of his personal inadequacy. As the days and months turned into years of unremarkable existence, his fears deepened, became burdensome, unbearable at times, until of late he simply wallowed in personal paranoia and self-denigration.
The sacrifices we make, the deals we cut with ourselves, the lies we tell, the innuendo, the backbiting, the little digs we get in on others when they’re not around.
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