Fears

Yesterday I was thinking about fears and what I fear most. I love that question but always find it hard to answer and so I pondered...
Death? No.
Being hated? No.
Being alone? No.
Being loved? No.
Being hurt? No.
I had faced all that with strength and dignity and fell and got up and broke down and rebuilt.

Being hated and loved struck a kind of chord though and that's when I realized, I'm not afraid of being loved or hated but being neither. I am afraid of being treated with indifference. I want to be relevant. I want people to have strong feelings about me one way or the other even if it's hate or love. I felt relieved to find an answer...