Crests and Troughs

Life is like a wave.
Sometimes in the crests
other times in the troughs.

This year, I feel that I can never spend any certain amount of time
in any one area of the wave.
I'm fearful of enjoying the crests,
because a trough is sure to follow.
It's most certain.
Fearful of celebrating
a great accomplishment...
or at least an accomplishment I deem great,
for fear of a blow from stage left t
hat might belly-flop me on the ground.

but i cannot be fearful.
I must not be fearful.
And if I choose to be fearful,
then I must choose daily
to confront those fears.
And if I'm going to spend time
nursing fears to life
only to confront and kill them...

Why do I fear?