I’m not in any danger or life-threatening situation whatsoever. I just got a job that I hate, which is basically code for “I’m so fucked up”.
No art posts yet, I’m sorry. Seems that each day I go to work and endure all work-related stressors I lose my drive to do something/anything creative. I am living the life that I’ve always been trying to avoid. For a dreamer, it’s hard being surrounded by people who’ve become too accepting of what is practical that their lack of passion just rubs off on you and (I don’t know) I maybe starting to become one of them. I guess what I’m saying is that I really want to quit my job but I’m not brave enough to do that because I have no idea, at all, what I want…or if I have, I am not sure how to get there. Curse this uncertainty that comes with youth! I need to be around people who are passionate about something, people who don’t just live to survive. I know that the security that practicality offers is comforting but I don’t want to settle for just that, I want to take risks. And most of all, I WANT TO BE HAPPY!
But tell a pragmatist that all you want in life is to be happy, they’d tell you that’s the most absurd thing they’d ever heard.
It sucks being normal. I’m gonna save up all my courage to be eccentric! And one of these days, I’m gonna quit my job and LIVE again :) I owe it to my self.