The result of my actions lies behind a door. I have yet to open it. I've worked, yes but there's fear in me. There's doubt that tells me my work wasn't enough. That I've failed. I do not want to fail.
Is it because that proves my hard work wasn't sufficient? Perhaps it's due to me being in a delusion of work. It could entail I'm less than those who did succeed in the same task as I or it could be my fear of the consequences of my failure.
I still don't know whether I've failed or not yet I've considered these factors to be true. However the thought of me succeeding has not crossed my mind. This is proof my little faith. Does this not mean that I have no confidence in my work? Have I no trust in myself? Or is it just me bracing for an unlikely consequence.
If this my test so be it. What can I do to overcome this? Do I accept whatever I get without grief? Do I have faith that my work is recognized? Do I complain? What do I do?