sadness

 I am feeling sad, I crave security and I have so much of it but at the same time it feels like dry sand in my hand. 

I have so much and yet I have this feeling of mild fear that I am trying not to let get out of control. The fragility of all I do have, I am trying not to worry, trying to see the possibilities but keep coming back to the dull ache of 'but what if' 

So many times in my life I've had to face adversity. I am tired of it. I want interesting but not peril. I want fun not fear.