A Nightmare Clothed with Promising Dreams (True Narrative)
They say you'll never really notice how fast the time flies until you finally reach the point of adulting. The time where you actually have to do your own laundry, the time where you really need to learn how to cook, or the time where you have to start planning on how you'll pay the bills, and the time where you have to think about something for a thousand times before you actually decide to do it. Back as a kid, I never really understood those kinds of things. None of those mattered to me, because for all I know—adulting is like a free ticket to freedom and independence, which are actually two of what I have always dreamt of having. But now at this point in my life, I also never thought that a simple question like this could make me doubt something I've always been sure of.
"What do you consider your greatest fear of all?"
If I were a kid, I would think of this as the easiest question someone could ever ask me. I would simply answer--none. Yes, none. Back then, I used to be so proud of not being scared over petty things. Things like shadows, insects, clowns, creepy-looking toys, and dark places. These are only a few of what I can recall whenever children are asked about the things they're most afraid of. But for me, none of these bothered me at all. It was almost funny to say how I actually liked watching my own shadows, how interested I was in catching insects, how I play with toys a lot, and how fascinated I was with the dark. Simply put, I was proud of not being afraid of anything. For a moment then I was fearless.
Or so I thought.
As time passes by, months turn to weeks, weeks turn to days, and days turn to hours—I finally realize that time was the greatest fear of my life. It is like a nightmare clothed with promising dreams. I didn't really know what I was scared of, until the day I reached the point of adulting. It was hard for me to admit, that the thing I have been wanting for as a kid, is actually a fear waiting for me in the future. I was afraid of not figuring out what the future has in store for me; I was afraid of failing; I was afraid of deciding; I was afraid of committing a mistake that would ruin everything I have worked so hard for. Now I know how it all makes sense. Time is the monster I was scared of seeing under my bed, the ending I was scared to know in the epilogue of a book, the voices I was scared to hear every time the morning clock strikes three. This was the answer to the question I never really knew until now. Time is the greatest fear of my life.