Where Do I Even Begin...
Fuck this shit (A personal rant) I'm not sure what I'm upset about, quite frankly I'm not even sure I'm upset let alone have a "good enough" reason to be upset with anything or anyone besides myself. I find myself wanting to do so many things but also nothing at the same time (relatable right?). It can be best described as a personal conflict of wanting to get ahead in life while I'm young but trying to make sure I am present in the current moment; I think this is the exact ideology that makes monks meditate? Maybe I'll become a monk. I want to prove my value but then I do not care to impress others or care for what they think of me. I am caught at constant crossroads of what I want to do on an everyday basis and can never seem to satisfy my personal desires because I don't even know what they are. When I say I don't know my own desires that's not entirely true. I have the cliche ones of wanting great success, money and making my parents