I'm having wicked dreams...

Usually, he walks around constantly believing in himself. He keeps repeating that he's okay, and that everything will be fine. He even adopted a mantra. Something he repeats to himself like a prayer anytime he's feeling overwhelmed or too riddled with fear. But there comes a time when even his mumblings cannot save him from the dire shifts life can throw at him. Because sometimes the truth arrives on him, and he can't get it off. That's when he realizes that sometimes it isn't even an answer - it's a question. Even now, he wonders how much of his life is just convincing himself that it will somehow turn out just fine.