Doubt
Caveat Lector: I wrote this half asleep in the bus.
Every day when you get out. Just for a little while. As soon as you board the bus. When you catch your breath. That voice in your head starts to squeak. Then whine. Then squeal. And yelp. And shout. And scream. And roar. ‘Have you forgotten something?’ it asks. ‘Nothing left behind?’ it winks mischeviously. ‘Or something left not done, incomplete?’ it pleads.
And you cannot answer, because you do not know.
And you think, ‘Anything?’
And you hope, ‘Nothing…’
And you exclaim, in a somewhat hollow voice, ‘Nothing!’
And you nervously glance inwards, to the memory of the place you left behind.
And you remember nothing.
And you see nothing.
And it makes you afraid.
And you panic.
‘Don’t Panic. Don’t Panic. Don’t Panic. Don’t Panic. Don’t Panic.’
That voice is doubt. It is the enemy of the hero and the counsel of the king.
Beware.