When I was a kid (which seems to be eons ago) I remember being separated with my family in a charity fair. Went straight to the parking lot and calmly waited next to dad’s Toyota– that was my logic as a 6-year-old. Nothing to be proud of but I grew up like that. My favorite line of all times ‘Mom, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.’
But today, I was on the train sipping my caffeine drawing maps in my head and it all ended up a bundle of nothings. And it hit me- I don’t know what I want and I don’t know what to do. I have one life and I get to live once, and the feeling that time is running out doesn’t help.
Is money all that matters? Do you live just to fit in? There has to be something greater but what is it?
Sucks :(
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