Here I sit with an opportunity of a lifetime and I can’t picture myself taking it. Because everyday I feel like an imposter in this place, terrified that one day I’ll slip up. That combined with a hope that I could one day have a life on the road, a life that so vastly different I tremble thinking about it.
Every decision you make takes you a step further away from the reality you could have had. At least that’s what they say. I don’t know what I want anymore, I remember promising myself that I wouldn’t succumbed to this rat race, that I would choose my own path regardless of the cost and yet today at this crossroads, again I ponder the sacrifices that lie ahead.
I want what no one else wants I seek what cannot be bought and everyday I question the existence of my very being
Our world is at war, and mind you it is our world. And it terrifies me how apathetic I am, how my life revolves around the whims of so few, and how sadly I am defined by this ridiculous bubble.
I only worry that if I leave, coming back will be heartbreaking
I am no child anymore and decisions have to be made now.