Sometimes I feel like my standards of living keep getting higher and higher and I feel that everything around me and everything I do has to work up to that. I know what I want, what I deserve and what is reasonable. It's just the matter of attaining it and being satisfied with "the now" that has me at a loss.
I know everyone goes through that phase where nothing is ever enough. I've had one too many of those already. I sometimes (or rather frequently) question my sense of purpose. What am I really supposed to be doing? What do I want? I have a great job with fantastic future ahead of me, if and when I choose to continue along that path. But looking back, this isn't what I imagined I would ever do. This isn't what I wanted. So why am I doing it? Is it simply a means to get me the luxuries that I so desire? Maybe so. But nonetheless, this isn't how I would like to live my life everyday. I was doing something at work yesterday when someone stopped to ask me why I was doing it (designing) when I could have someone else do it when it's not my job. I gave her some lame reason I can no longer remember, but I knew why. Because I enjoyed it. I love being creative. Making extraordinary things out of something as boring as a silly little policy manual (who would ever want to read that anyway?)
When you really think of it, it all boils down to whether or not I have the balls to do what it is that I really want to do. I envy people who pursue their dreams even if they can't afford it. I have never been spontaneous. I find comfort in being safe. Never the risk-taker, that's how I've always been. I keep thinking that when it comes to your life, especially if it involves the lives of others, it doesn't pay to gamble.
In four years, I will be 30. I can't help but feel like I'm rushing myself to be fully accomplished by then. I can imagine looking back then, smiling at how juvenile I sound now. I keep hearing the phrase "Quarter life crisis," and I really, really hate that. It's such a poor reason to give justice to your depression. Just because you're of a certain age, does not give you the reason to be all whiny, which ironically sounds like what I'm doing right now. If I'm annoying you, you can stop reading.
Maybe it's all in my head.
Maybe it's just that time of the month.
or maybe I'm right.
What was my point again?





















































