It is, you know. Everyone has their own idea of what it’s about. Everyone has their own idea of how to ‘succeed’ at it…but at the end, you just die, so what is success, anyways?
It seems like everyone except me is doing something with their life. They have plans and goals and skills and methods and some kind of LIVES. But honestly? I probably look just as prepared as they do, on the outside.
That’s weird. It’s weird that everyone has to keep up the facade of a life, even when actually everyone is kind of confused and stumbling around trying their best.
That’s all we can do. Whether you believe the point is religion, or money, or love, or children, or fame. All you can do is stick to your guns and try your best.
Here’s to finding my guns.