An old companion of mine has died. He has been with me for a long time. Through many of the trials in my life he was there.
When venturing out into the world, he was there.
When focusing upon improving myself, he was there.
When fear took hold of me, he was there.
When I would not accomplish my dream, my goal, my task, my mission, he was there.
Now, he has died.
I do not mourn him. I will not miss him. I am thankful he is gone.
He is: self doubt
It doesn't matter to me if others doubt me. They will be believers when they see all that I have accomplished. But to doubt yourself means there will never be the positive for others to speak of because by doubting yourself you chained yourself from ever achieving.
Rest not in peace self doubt. You will not be missed.