Life has certainly taken a turn for the better lately but
My natural inclination is to
Wonder if this is the calm before
Has this fear of success been hard wired into my brain,
By simple repetition of a lifetimes of bumps and bruises
Where has my propensity to identify
with Eeyore come from?
Is this a product of a childhood trauma perhaps?
Or a genetic disposition
Or simply a cruel joke
Of an unsympathetic universe.
To dwell in this dark cloud all the while ignoring
The silver lining is exhausting,
Caustic to hope, fatal to mental stability.
Killing the joy of hard won forward progress.
To stand still, to give in to doubt, is to perish.
To allow uncertainty to plant the seeds of paralysis
Is to guarantee a fresh wave of self-doubt
And an extended stay in the grip of depression.
So, it is that I endeavor to remain fixed in the present moment.
Turning a blind eye to the past and its burden of regrets.
Turning a deaf ear to the whispers of the future predicting failure.
Accepting this moment as a gift
Remembering that tomorrow is promised to no one.