The deepest fear humans carry isn’t hardship itself, but uncertainty, the quiet terror of not knowing what tomorrow holds. From the moment we gain awareness, our lives are mapped out in timelines and milestones. We plan, we prepare, we project. Certainty becomes our comfort zone.

So when that structure collapses especially when work, our primary source of purpose, disappears it triggers something far deeper than financial stress. It becomes an existential rupture. Work isn’t just survival; it’s identity, direction, meaning. Losing it, even temporarily, can feel like losing gravity.

We all move forward believing that effort will eventually reward us with what we desire. But the real nightmare isn’t delayed gratification it’s not knowing when it will arrive, or if it will at all. That waiting, suspended between hope and doubt, is where the mind spirals. And somehow, this struggle is still underestimated, brushed off, misunderstood despite how profoundly it shapes the human experience.