When I speak I ramble. I'm often told to get to the point, which I end up forgetting.
Life is kind of the same. I can't seem to reach a point. In all the rambling I've done with my life, all the meaningless activities, character diminishing habits, lifeless choices I've made, I've reached the moment when life is demanding me to make a point. A point for my existence. And I have no answer. Because like my speech, I've forgotten what the initial focus was. Like rambling, all the choices I've made until now have led me astray from reaching a thesis. And I ask myself now, what's the point?
I know I should pick myself up out of this. But what's the point in trying when the happiness never settles?
I know I should make more relationships, but what's the point when they never last?
I know I should find a job that can help me reach financial freedom. But I ask, what's the point when I always quit?
I know I should create a fitness routine, make plans to achieve a healthier lifestyle? But these plans I make never last-what's the point in trying again.
I know I should learn something new-- but my brain is a black hole, so if simple information never settles in, what's the point in trying?
I know that I should smile more, laugh more. I should attempt to make more friends. But inside I'm lifeless, hateful, and empty. And of course, these connections never last from both ends. So.... I'm missing the point of trying.
I'd like to start a new hobby. But I don't see a point when I so ruthlessly lack consistency.
It's the fourth of July. Fireworks are resting, preparing for an ignition that will send them blasting into the air in a short life of color and fulfillment.
I'm 24 years old, and have yet to live my life. And I'm asking myself, what's my purpose in being alive?
Life is kind of the same. I can't seem to reach a point. In all the rambling I've done with my life, all the meaningless activities, character diminishing habits, lifeless choices I've made, I've reached the moment when life is demanding me to make a point. A point for my existence. And I have no answer. Because like my speech, I've forgotten what the initial focus was. Like rambling, all the choices I've made until now have led me astray from reaching a thesis. And I ask myself now, what's the point?
I know I should pick myself up out of this. But what's the point in trying when the happiness never settles?
I know I should make more relationships, but what's the point when they never last?
I know I should find a job that can help me reach financial freedom. But I ask, what's the point when I always quit?
I know I should create a fitness routine, make plans to achieve a healthier lifestyle? But these plans I make never last-what's the point in trying again.
I know I should learn something new-- but my brain is a black hole, so if simple information never settles in, what's the point in trying?
I know that I should smile more, laugh more. I should attempt to make more friends. But inside I'm lifeless, hateful, and empty. And of course, these connections never last from both ends. So.... I'm missing the point of trying.
I'd like to start a new hobby. But I don't see a point when I so ruthlessly lack consistency.
It's the fourth of July. Fireworks are resting, preparing for an ignition that will send them blasting into the air in a short life of color and fulfillment.
I'm 24 years old, and have yet to live my life. And I'm asking myself, what's my purpose in being alive?