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Whitby has always been a place close to my heart. It’s a place that my family have visited for decades. As I stood on the cliff edge on the beach of my childhood, taking blog post pictures and generally enjoying the experience and surroundings, a sudden wave of panic washed over me. Brought on not by the height of the cliff I was standing on, nor by the immense power of the sea below; instead the panic was provoked by the feeling of the passage of time.
The place where we scattered my Grandma’s ashes was on the beach behind me and in front of me was the vast ocean and horizon. I grieved for the past and at the same time feared the future.
Fear of failure
With university starting in September and new beginnings in front of me, the fear of failure has never been so so strong. Failure is a part of life though and we will all fail in different ways in our lifetime. The real test is if you can learn from it, move on and grow. This is what defines us, not the failure or mistake itself.
Although it can sometimes be daunting, there is always the opportunity for a new beginning. New things to be learned, new friends and memories to be made, new adventures and places to discover! Don’t fear the future, just ride the waves and enjoy every minute and no matter what age you are don’t stop starting new chapters in your story, because you’ve not reached the end of the book yet.
I admit I do find myself often thinking about the past. But in doing so, I am wasting the present. What’s done is done, don’t waste your time worrying about what cannot be changed. By all means, look back to see how far you’ve come, but don’t dwell on what was; instead look forward, towards the future and the horizon.