Of course we are fearful. All of us, yes every last one of
us. We’re afraid of a multitude of past sins, and fearful of our financial
futures. We’re afraid that we won't be able to give our children the advantages we want for them, and we worry that we are not doing enough for our aging parents.
Most of all however, we are afraid of being found out. Of
being recognized for what someone else thinks is not enough and that we’ve been faking it all
along.
We’re fearful of people knowing that we are a fraud.
We tell our children to be respectful of their teachers, but we don’t tell them what we say about all authority under our breath.
We say we are mindful and live in the moment and trust the
Universe. But there are mornings at 2a.m., when we are truly afraid.
We keep our cool and display temperance in public around the staff room table, but still we raise our middle finger at the jerk who
cut in front of us on the drive home.