When I was on the plane to this part of the world, I thought of a very, not so unique question.
What the hell am I doing?
When I was on the bus watching the energetic scenery of
What the hell am I doing?
I’m not homesick. I’m not regretful, and I clearly don’t want to be back where I was in
I feel nervous. I feel confused. And I feel like I shouldn’t be feeling these feelings.
I simply don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
I sort of had this issue last year when I couldn’t decide what to do with my life. Should I apply for grad school, keep trying to find a job, do something else? Now I’m running into the same roadblock. This should be easy for me. Find something I have some interest in, and go do it. If it doesn’t work, or I find I don’t like it, know that it was a learning process and move on. That’s life and that’s how we learn. I’m 23 and I’m young and I have time. And even if I’m old it doesn’t make a difference.
Physically I have a vision problem. I have trouble focusing on objects that are close to me. For some reason, I feel like this problem extends to my mental thinking. I focus on the future. And when some small roadblock all of a sudden pops in front of me I trip because I don’t see it coming and have no idea how to deal with it. But I will learn. I need to learn. I’m tired of being shocked like this.
What the hell am I doing?
I don’t know. But I will have the courage to charge ahead, learning on the way. I’ve got to.
1 comment:
Fight on.
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