Despite what you may believe, you can disappoint people and still be good enough. You can make mistakes and still be capable and talented. You can let people down and still be worthwhile and deserving of love. Everyone has disappointed someone they care about. Everyone messes up, lets people down, and makes mistakes. Not because we’re inadequate or fundamentally inept, but because we’re imperfect and fundamentally human. Expecting anything different is setting yourself up for failure.
Sure, I’m afraid of what might lead to my death: car accidents, plane crashes, drowning. But, I’m more afraid of what won’t kill me: people dying, people leaving, the silences that seem to never end. It’s the idea of having to live through something that scares me, not the end itself.