Rebuke

I say that I fear fame, but I think that what I really fear is rebuke.

But, then again, how many times have I deleted a social media account, or extracted myself from a WhatsApp group, or suddenly gone running for the hills?

Perhaps it is the same thing. I self-censor fearing rebuke, even if none is offered.

I publish and withdraw. Write and withdraw. Message and withdraw. Speak and withdraw.

Why? Because the little voice within whispers into my ear: “You’re an idiot.”

Perhaps my biggest critic is that little voice within, perpetually rebuking me.

It’s rebuking me even now, saying: “Oh, look at you and your ego!”

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