What am I worth? what is my worth? These seem to be circulating my concious of late. When all is brought into consideration – these times we are in, the commute into work, the long hours – the uncertainty of the worlds perceptions and predictions, my insecurities, my lack of awareness and the reasons for …
Sometimes I wonder if there is anything that is worth worring about – other than not worry about anything in the first place. Sometimes I think that if we are part of a society that makes us worry about things – we should find somewhere else comfortably.
My thoughts, the mightly inflicted, wonder through dark caves within my mind. Unaware and unprepared – living only to inevitably self destruct in anguish. We. I feel are dying, within ourselves the self doubt is the parasite that feeds upon our diminishing souls. Self realization is the last knock, that immobilises thought and restricts optimism …
Every time i step off the business battefield, I’m a stronger character – damaged in many respects but stronger. I get defined.
To have someone loose faith in you is the one only truth that you have that tells you to stop trying, to stop hoping and tells you in a voice you always listen to, to start realising now what went wrong. There are No ifs buts or maybes now or in the future here- no …
I am paranoid of dying. Each day I think that tomorrow will be my last. I’m running out of time. I’ve not documented enough of this life. Tomorrow I’ll be 23 and then I’ve not done enough wig my life. It worries me greatly.
I think I am the happiest when I’m alone. The more I spend time by myself the more I start to realise what I like and what I don’t about myself, about things around me,about people. I enjoy the things I learn about myself and I truely think that no one can teach me things …
What I’d like to know is how one measures ones performance in life. I’m sure it’s some inner calibration that defines it. Is it enjoying your life or making a diffirence in this life that really matters? Is it living, to die satisfied?
I’m thankful for who I am, where I am and at 22 I’m try not to forget that we’re all running out of time. Shortly, things will change and when looking back, will it be questions that haunt me?
When are we ready? When do we know when it is right for us in anything we do?