Afraid

I'm scared of what the future holds. Afraid of both success and failure. I know I need to just get over it, look forward to every opportunity I have, be grateful for everything that's going well in my life. And I am. But at the same time, I'm anxious. I'm scared that I could be the luckiest girl in the world, and still be unhappy. Because maybe I don't know how to be happy. Maybe I have everything a person could ever want in life, and it still isn't enough. Not because it's not good, but because I don't know how to be satisfied. I'm afraid of myself getting in the way of my life.