My biggest fear is being stuck. Staying somewhere and getting to comfortable with my situation. During my days at the first internship I ever got, i watched the people that worked there and thought "wow, they look part of a team and I want to find that feeling". And I did with the other interns, but then it was over, but I was still happy. After that, i got to know myself and taste the sweetness of "dependant indendancy". A couple of months where it was just me, a whole new city, new people and new experiences away from home, but yet completely sustained economically by my parents and the few hundred dollars that I had from my lives savings. Then, I returned home and was immediately struck by reality. Suddenly, it was as if life had bitched slapped me and left an excruciating sense of pain along with a big red mark on my right cheek. I still feel the heartbeat where life struked me.
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