Why?
Why?
As I endure physical pain and mental confusion in my life, I often wonder where it is that I am truly supposed to be.
I don’t want to be with someone because it’s convenient. I want to be with them because we were meant to be together.
I don’t want to be located in the wrong place. I want to be where I truly belong.
I don’t want to work somewhere for the money. I want to work somewhere where I can be of best use to them, where I can help out the most with my skill set. Where I can save the most lives when the shit hits the fan.
But most of all, in it’s simplest form, I just want to be happy. And I want my family to be proud of me.
You’d think, that by age 30, I’d have the answers to these questions by now.
I’m sure this will come as a *huge* surprise.. but you sound a lot like me, about the whole “just being happy” thing. That’s what I always say… regardless of where I end up, what I end up doing with my life, all of that good stuff.. number one concern is just being happy. None of it’s worth anything if happiness is missing, me thinks. Oh, and the answer to questions.. seems like there’s never really a certain time to find the answers.. just happens as things fall into place, me thinks.