"You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket, And I should die there smothered" - D.H. Lawrence

I'm scared of failure. What if I can't do everything I imagine I'm able to? What if I don't have the guts to fail 50 times in order to succeed once?


Or is it just the fact that I'm looking at the mountain I have to climb from a distance, instead of being at it's base prepared to take it one step at a time? Once I get there, I know I'll be fine. It's the anticipation that's killing me. :-/