I feel I am missing the point of life. Those who say there is no point, are missing something in my opinion. To relish ecstasy is not the sole ideal of life, but the mundane is no ideal either.
To love, to dance, and to travel escape me in exchange for security, work, and sleep.
It is nearing midnight and I am to wake up early for a Job Fair. I usually go to bed early, and because of this, I wake up early without a fight. But tonight, it is difficult to pull myself to bed. And tomorrow, it may be hard to wake.
I’ve been told I want this job I can’t get an interview for. So, I tell myself I want this job I can’t get an interview for. I told myself I’ve wanted to write. So, I tell myself I want to write.
I enjoy most of what I do, I just don’t always want to do it.
We end up doing things whether we want to or not. Life goes on, and it takes us with, whether we wait in the car or not.
I go for a walk every day. I always come back to where I started from. I’d like to walk somewhere new, and never come back. Bring everyone with, myself included, and see the world for what she really is.
Ben Bonkoske 