Right now I am in the weirdest stage of life and I don't quite know what to do wiith myself. I feel like I'm waiting for something - but I don't know what it is. Am I waiting for the external or the internal? Meaning - am I waiting for some objective force to pick me up and place me in a well-paying job and provide me with endless inspiration? Or am I waiting for myself to get up out of bed and make the most of this incredibly open and blank space of life i have in front of me? My canvas has been swept clean and I feel, somehow, I must start over again. What to do?
I'm not making any sense.
I don't want to relive life over again but sometimes i really miss those sweet carefree times.
I am at a loss for words. I don't know how to explain myself and it frustrates me. Nothing is new, nothing suprises. Everything's cliche. And this is my current source of discouragement.
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