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Do seeds doubt they'll become mighty trees? No, it's way more than that. It's do seeds doubt, period? Do seeds fret? Are seeds ever concerned? Do they fear for how their lives will turn out? Of course they don't (and life does quite alright by them, thank you very much). But we humans beings do. You and I do all of the above! So given that we do, I have to wonder whether or not it makes any difference at all for us, given that both for humans and seeds, it turns out the way it turns out anyway regardless, yes?
There are times I forget that. They're when I find myself worrying concernedly about what on Earth will happen next. Look: there are also many more times when I don't worry. But in this context, that would be a chickenshit share. So I'm dealing with there are times when I "find myself worrying concernedly about what on Earth will happen next". Yet my inquiry isn't to decelerate, disempower, diminish, or even resolve worry.
Rather it's to note its cosmic naïveté and futility, specially when it's already turned out, specially given "This (whatever this is) is IT!". Seeds don't doubt. But I do - or at least from time to time I do. And when I do, I'm run by it, consumed by it. When I'm run by it, my life is heavy. And heaviness always starts with me saying "This isn't it" about something, which in turn ensures it's not going to go well, given that my life is always a match for what I speak. As soon as I get that ie as soon as I can re-instate presence of Self when the going gets heavy, I can re-create that life doesn't mean anything - except for the meaning I assign to it ... so now I can choose to make it mean whatever I want it to mean, or I can choose to be light and not make it mean anything at all.