there was only dread.

i am not a fearless person. Nor do I claim to be.
I fear complete failure in my life, as I can define failure to be utter disappointment and the reality of living in it. If I were able to define success in my own terms- I am most certain I would fear it also, of what I would do after I have reached success, where the next turning point may be, if any exist.
I fear vulnerability. My predator sniffing out my weaknesses and using them against me, I would be facing a dead end.
I fear my rash decisions, which I still possess the ability to make them from time to time- forgetting to consider consequences and how much I am willing to sacrifice, or not sacrifice. To choose between right and wrong, convenient and inconvenient.
I fear my own emotions- for they sometimes prove to be the catalyst to my downfall. My emotions are sometimes fleeting, are sometimes stable, and sometimes prevail over logic.
I fear indecisiveness, and also not being given a choice in whatever situation presents itself.

i do not fear loneliness, though at times I do dread it.

I must live in this world, as all others do, and not just as a dead soul.