I clearly have no idea about what I’m going to write ahead sitting on my office desk having a bunch of pending tasks lined up and still not even a single moment of inspiration to get done with it all. Every once in a while there’s a feeling like that everything is moving a bit too fast and you are running behind time. There seems to be no clarity about what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and where you are heading to. It seems like you have been trying to catch a fish for hours sitting at the shore of a river but there’s no clue of it.
The pressures of work and a lack of clarity about your future are frustrating.
Should I go with the flow or choose the traditional path? Am I good enough to prove myself in the near future or will my life be gone in oblivion? These sorts of questions keep triggering me with no possible way out to escape. The turmoil of thoughts has turned life into a never-ending cumbersome movie. Maybe one day I will find a smooth space for my mind to live freely and fly higher.