Must buckle down. Must your get ass in gear. Must find some direction.
Maybe later.
Not getting any younger. Life's not getting any easier. The world is passing you by. Everyone is moving full speed ahead while you stand there, contemplating the next course of action.
So what?
It would be healthy if you were standing still for the right reasons. But are you sure you aren't just letting your fear of screwing up your life keep you from going after what you really want?
But isn't that the problem? I don't even know what I really want. How I can I go after something if I don't know what to go after?
You're just making excuses not to apply yourself again. What are you afraid of?
What about getting something then realizing that it's not what I wanted after all?
You're hopeless! I give up!
That, at least, is something we agree on. I think it may be time to look for a therapist...
Friday, May 15, 2009
An Exercise in Futility
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2 comments:
Sounds like a conversation with "bro" (santino)..hahaha!
You are the therapist by the way...
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Hi, I guess the futility is coming from trying to conform to what other people expect from you. The deadlines that you set on yourself and the milestones that you measure your life with, are all created by others, not you. Who says what you are doing is wrong? Searching for oneself is a good way to live a life. Hope your writers block wears off soon, I like your posts =)
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