They say it’s all about the journey.
The journey to where exactly?
Where am I headed?
Is it all about the journey if you have no idea where you’re going?
Is there even a journey at all, when you have no idea where you’re going?
Today, I feel like the last few years of my life have been pointless.
It seems like I’ve been aimlessly roaming around.
There literally was no point. All I did was work countless jobs, stress about financial problems, and try to make my boyfriend happy.
How long will I be in this rut?
I keep trying to make changes, but nothing sticks.
I am ashamed.
It’s like I’m destined to fail.
As the tears fall on my pillow I can’t help but be inspired.
The burning desire inside me always surfaces. The fear I have of failing keeps me pushing.
I know that I have to find the courage inside me to not give up.
I know it’s possible to reach my potential.
I am equipped with everything that I need to make my dreams come true.
My goals are attainable.
The problem is that I am my own worst enemy.
I’m thinking about going back to church, meditating, or therapy…
I cry when the thoughts are too much for me.
I feel like I have no one to express myself to.
This may not be true, but it’s like I don’t know how to go to a person and say, “hey can you listen to my problems for a second and give me unbiased, but truthful advice?
Actually typing it now, it’s seems a lot easier to say than I thought.🤔
Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.