Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you’ve found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters it, nor divorces you from your own reality.
While I admire conviction I see it an affliction of the blessed, sign of the righteously possessed and indeed, a decent place to serve a sentence for dereliction of self doubt.
I argue without it I am a cautious man and easy to live with, I resound like a drum, resonate to sympathetic percussion, inflating nothing, merely imitating sound.
I feed on my doubt, I feast into the long night of feverish dreams, fitfully sleep from crisis to crisis, I am fêted, riven, inspected, and reformed in every second of oblivion.
I waken rehabilitated, consummate with confidence I can face the day’s rigors and pursue challenges in the same vigorous way I did yesterday.