Worth
I used to have a lot to say but my life has slowed to a crawl and I feel uncertain about what to do.
Youth is a wonderful thing and it’s nice to look back knowing how blessed I have been and sad to know that I cannot do things again in the same fashion of innocence.
Reality is really just a mental mindset. I’ve grown lazy and into a sense of entitlement.
It’s all social. A reputation, a ranking, and a comparison to others in our lives.
Goals and ambitions. If it’s not money, kids, a house, a car and things to own or prestige or showing off or a sense of importance than I wonder what it is we strive for.
It isn’t really about survival but finding a sense of purpose now.
It’s hard for me to see the value when everything feels so cynical and unappealing.
I wish I was a different sort of person…
