Jean-Paul Sartre. Nausea (№ 368568)

Frankly - I'm scared. And not because my life is so rich, or weighty or precious. I'm afraid of what is ready to be born that would rise up and drag me - where? Do I have to leave, leave without completing everything I started - research a book? And then after several months, a few years again to Wake up exhausted, frustrated the midst of new ruins? I need to understand myself before it's too late.