WHAT AND WHYs

 “What am I most scared of and why?” Not being well off tomorrow. Why? Because we have no backup, no fallback cushion, not even from parents. Everything is on you. If you fail, you go back to the village. That simple. That pressure can be daunting.

“Why do I doubt myself?” I honestly don't know. History proves we have made it this far, but still, our brains doubt themselves. Yet they got us this far. It's also maybe not knowing, I guess.

“What do I regret so far?” Honestly, nothing that bothers me enough to be remembered or keep me up at night.

“What am I not going to regret going forward?” Maybe if this doesn't work out or things fail in the future, it could be because I didn't do enough or push hard enough. That's why maybe I'm not where I want to be now.

“Why do I hold myself back?” I never have, as much as I can think of. It's always been a willingness to go the extra mile, but usually, there are other things outside my control that I can't access now or am not qualified for individually. Some I can do something about, but most of the time, the ones that stress me are because I can't do anything about them or they just aren't accessible to me.

“Why am I scared to be a genius?” Never have been scared of this 😂

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