Friday night was the night where Taekwondo sparring team practice happened. I detested every single thing about it. I hated the coaches, the sport. I hated it. But I asked for it. Now all I want to do is quit.

Fear. Like an ant about to be stepped on, like a bird falling to the ground, like a cat stuck in a tree.  It is an anchor stuck in the past, preventing you from moving forward. Preventing you from achieving your dreams. In fact, the definition of fear is a feeling induced by perceived danger or threat that occurs. So when most people are boosted with adrenaline for a race, why are my legs trembling? Or when I am going on a rollercoaster, why are there butterflies in my stomach? I thought fear was only supposed to occur when there was danger, not when I am faced with a situation that isn’t even scary.