Fear of failure?

Yes.
But I am more afraid of waking up one day and realizing that I did not live.

That I spent years in traffic jams, dreaming of another life.
That I worked in places that took more from me than they gave.
That I filled my days with urgent things... but not important.
And that I was there, but not present, with the people I love the most.

Failing at what I love does not scare me that much.
What really scares me is giving up without having tried.
It is settling for surviving when I really want to live.

And if you are also in that struggle...
Welcome. You are not alone.