I’m in doubt.
I doubt my decisions, because I feel like I’m leading myself nowhere.
I doubt my senses, because I don’t think it’s anything helpful whenever I need it the most.
I doubt my bravery, because I came to realize that it is, in fact, as sturdy as a sand castle.
I doubt my skills, mainly because I can now see how demanding the world can be — and I am not really sure if what I possess right now is enough to pacify its never-ending cravings.
I doubt myself… and that is the saddest part.