Emptiness
Have you ever felt empty?
I've noticed that I do from time to time. There are those moments, for me, when I just stop with whatever I'm doing and think what the hell am I doing? Why am I waisting my time, my life doing absolutely nothing important? Where am I going? What are my goals? Why can't I seem to move forward? Why does it seem as if I'm not growing up?
Because it feels as though I'm just stuck here, in a grey zone between becoming an adult, knowing and loving myself, and still being a child, on the path to getting to know myself.
Grey is a beautiful color. But not in this part of my life. Because if I were to answer all those questions, it would look like this:
- Nonsense
- I don't know
- I have no idea, backwards?
- I don't seem to have any
- I have nowhere to go
- Growing up is a vague term
Not the best nor the most desired answers any person realizes. But that's my life and this is where I seem to stand - nowhere. Great, just absolutely great. I applaude myself and continue to wish I knew the answer to at least one of those questions that circulate my unconscious and mind.
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