Fear Dressed Up as a Dream 🧭

"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how." — Friedrich Nietzsche

I told myself it was about the dream,
the unopened letters stacked like threats,
the dinner plates that stayed clean because I worked through every meal,
the way I swallowed cold coffee
because pausing felt too dangerous.

But if I’m honest,
I stayed busy so the quiet wouldn’t corner me,
so I wouldn’t have to hear
the questions that unstitched me.

And now…
what I built doesn’t feel like mine,
and what I ran from
still keeps pace.

There was a time I swore I was building my dream life.

Grinding. Hustling. Outworking everyone in the room.

But late at night, when the noise settled and I was alone with my thoughts, really alone, I realized something terrifying:

I wasn’t chasing a dream.
I was escaping a fear.

“Are you pursuing your dreams or running from your fears?”

Fear of insignificance.
Fear of being ordinary.
Fear of failing publicly.
Or worse… succeeding at something that didn’t matter.

When fear is your fuel, the fire burns fast and it burns you out.
When purpose is your fuel, it burns clean. Steady. Enduri…