What if my brain decided that it's not entertained by the small details in life that make me giggle with weird joy now? What if my mind decides it wants to quit? What if it just gives up? What if it's not a fighter like I think it is, and one day I'm a vegetable? What if my body gives up? What if I can't even get out of bed in the morning to vacuum my living room, or watch the pot boil? What if my body decided that one day it doesn't want to wake up?
I'm scared to lose my smile. I'm scared to lose the part of my soul that makes me cry during a live performance of Barber's Adagio for Strings, or makes me scream with excitement at the sight of the moon in the early afternoon. I don't wanna lose it.
I guess my greatest fear is to lose passion. Passion for music, for humans, for life.