The Plague Called Insecurity.

I'm 17. Young, raring to go. In the mad rush of college admissions, personal interviews and the like, I stopped today. I don't know what brought it about, but it seems apropos to pen down my thoughts here.
I stopped to think. To reflect. On the person I am, on all my cumulative achievements(personal, academic and extracurricular), and then I asked the one question I really don't need the honest answer to, right now.

Am I good enough?

Am I smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough to make it in this galaxy of  craziness?

Will I be able to achieve my goals?

Will I be able to make a difference?

Can I drive change?

Will I be the best person I can be?

Will I make my family proud?

Sometimes, I feel so trapped in this life of comfort and security. I feel like spending the night on a road like a homeless person, doing hard labour to earn bread for my family.
I want to know and see how hard life can be. How much I can take, persevere and succeed.
Most of all, I wonder, had I not lived the same life I have, would I still be the same person I am today?

Aaah!
"Homer no function beer well without." :P
 ^^Always makes me laugh!