It's inevitable...

My greatest fear is of whats to come. Many a night, I lay awake thinking and worrying over what is on the path that I travel. On this road, I can't help to think about the bridges that i have alraedy burned, where my destination lies and what disease that is going to end my journey before its time. I also can't help but worry over the paths that my friends travel on. I worry that i did not do enough when our paths met, to send them on a path with a greater destination. I worry over the roads that I will start for my children, and the road that my spouse and I choose to walk together. It may be an irrational fear, but real never the less.