I think I hit a rock. Not rock bottom, but some sort of rock.
Or maybe I reached a dead end. Or some sort of sign that reads: "Do not go past this point."
I realize that I have all the time in the world to achieve and conquer things, but what do I do in the interim?
Now I've reached a scary point in my life so far, where its essential to ask. What do I do?
What kind of life should I start living? Why am I here? I suppose I could answer the "why am I here?" question with some sort of hallmark answer, but I want a real, practical answer-or a few ideas at least.
Reaching this rock also begs the question, who am I? The only way for me to answer this is to be brutally honest. I'll stop myself before I even dare to use a label or category.
I don't have high expectation of life like most people do. I don't feel like society owes me anything. I don't feel as though I should spend my days in complete material and mental confort.
Yet I also don't want to live a unique lifestyle just to be different or feel special.
At this point there are so many fantasy lives that I could pursue. I could abstain from delicious foods in order to be thin and attractive to more people. I could jump on the next money train and chase dollar signs. I could find a new rut to jump into, to distract myself from this big image of what my life could look like.
To be honest. I am broken. I am small. People often forget my name! I am a bit lost, confused, and left wondering.
I hit a rock. That's all I know
Or maybe I reached a dead end. Or some sort of sign that reads: "Do not go past this point."
I realize that I have all the time in the world to achieve and conquer things, but what do I do in the interim?
Now I've reached a scary point in my life so far, where its essential to ask. What do I do?
What kind of life should I start living? Why am I here? I suppose I could answer the "why am I here?" question with some sort of hallmark answer, but I want a real, practical answer-or a few ideas at least.
Reaching this rock also begs the question, who am I? The only way for me to answer this is to be brutally honest. I'll stop myself before I even dare to use a label or category.
I don't have high expectation of life like most people do. I don't feel like society owes me anything. I don't feel as though I should spend my days in complete material and mental confort.
Yet I also don't want to live a unique lifestyle just to be different or feel special.
At this point there are so many fantasy lives that I could pursue. I could abstain from delicious foods in order to be thin and attractive to more people. I could jump on the next money train and chase dollar signs. I could find a new rut to jump into, to distract myself from this big image of what my life could look like.
To be honest. I am broken. I am small. People often forget my name! I am a bit lost, confused, and left wondering.
I hit a rock. That's all I know
