Crossroads
There are many questions in my head: what is it that makes for a good life? What even qualifies as "good", and how do I go about attaining it? What if I'll never be content with what I have, what if I'm a project person, constantly moving from one mission to another, restless in all the imperfection and unachieved possibility? What if I'll never settle down into "okay", what if I'll be spending the rest of my days trying to reach "impeccable"? What is a good person? Am I a good person? What do I want to do with my life? What are my biggest dreams? What do I want myself to be? The truth is, I don't know. I ponder and ponder, spend entire afternoons sitting in the library or walking in the forest, eyes staring straight forward but blindly, turned inwards onto something others wouldn't be able to see. I walk forward on automation - mind somewhere far away. I think and feel and think even more, but I don't know. I d
