WHEN THE COFFEE FADES AND THE HEADACHE SETS IN

I was programmed to withstand pressure. Or at least thats what I choose to believe. Tuesday morning and my body is telling on me, I spent the entire night studying and drowning in undrying cups of coffee. I've never really felt this much fear towards anything in my entire life, and this fear of failure has become my daily motivation and drive to work towards success. I'm investing through my hardwork with the hope to reap something succulent and satisfactory in the end but the fear that motivates me to work harder also drags me back down as I bury myself deep in what if's, spending the better part of my time anticipating the worst. The fear of failure can be my red carpet to what I fear the most FAILURE itself but I find it hard to pull myself out of the well of doubt that threatens to flood all reasonable thoughts in my head, making me more vulnerable. So now I conclude that though the presence of fear of failure cannot be brushed aside with shaky hands, It is up to I to draw the plan and prepare to fight and not only to fight, to also defeat failure. One more cup of coffee, I step closer to greatness.