This whole "Do something with your life!" b.s. is getting on my nerves. It's mainly my own conscience doing the annoying, though. I get so damned worried that I won't find something that makes me happy. Yet how could I possibly find a career I love when I can't play my favorite videogame for more than 4 hours? I'm way too scattered. I feel like I've been left in the middle of an ocean, with a boat and a sail, and just alone to wander. No compass. No "Oi! Dattin' vay ist nort, ja!" Just me and a damned boat. Who knows what will happen... do I just wander? Do I find land quickly, or wander, forever bereft of turf? If I do find land, will I stay? Is it what I want? Will I just wander from port to port, never claiming a place as my own? Or, if fate or God or divinity (whatever the hell you believe in) find me a small jewel of an isle, undisturbed and perfect?
Goddamn life b.s.
Corlyn · Tue Feb 01, 2005 @ 03:22am · 1 Comments |