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I'm scared.

I’m scared of long drives and being alone in my head.

I’m scared of the dentist picking at my teeth with that hook thing.

I’m scared of the plane when it shakes hard.

I’m scared of never getting to say goodbye and thank you to the people who cared enough to read.

I’m scared of looking people in the eyes.

I’m scared of you never realizing how powerful you are.

I’m scared of not being all that I know I’m capable of being.

I’m scared of dying young.

I’m scared of living old.

I’m scared of talking to pretty girls.

I’m scared of my best friends getting hurt by pretty girls.

I’m scared of hurting pretty girls.

I’m scared of ghosts (the real ones and the ones we make up).

I’m scared of finding that one person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I’m scared of never finding that one person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I’m scared of people realizing how insecure I am.

I’m scared of falling in love with someone else before falling in love with myself.

I’m scared of the money changing me.

I’m scared of the possibility that there is no heaven.

I’m scared of the possibility that there is one.

By Cole Schafer.


P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.


Cole Schafer