He was in the summer of his life. Established at last. He was even feeling a little self assured for once. At least to him, it felt that way. His father’s son. To him, it felt a little bit frightening. But, as he grew older, he could see it so clearly. He could see himself changing. He was even beginning to look like his father when he died. He had learned long ago that life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. He carried this confident demeanor always even when he was riddled with self doubt. Sometimes it felt as everyone depended on him. If the sky was falling, or at the first sign of trouble, he was the person that was supposed to carry the day. Yes, he could always be
This morning I woke up thinking doubt kills more relationships than anything else ever does. In the final analysis, love and doubt seem to never have been on speaking terms. So how can we be together for three years and suddenly I have all this doubt? There was no doubt when I first saw her, and there was no doubt when I picked her over so many others. But, doubt now prevails. No event, no conflict, love and appreciation always, but doubt. Shakespeare once said “Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt my love.” I think he wrote those words in a serious moment of doubt. Should I try to talk this through with her? Maybe it’s just b
