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Confession 24: I am often scared that this is all that there is for me.
I work hard to be happy; every day. Every day it takes work to be happy, and yet, every day, I worry that this is all that there is for me.
Even if I change, even if I grow, even if things around me move, even if I go; is this all that there is for me?
It scares me, and perhaps is one of the most encompassing thoughts of my each and every day on this planet.
Hopefully, one day, I will figure out who I am, where I belong, and be able to find happiness and finally find a fit. Until then, I am scared of not only the possibility that this is it, I am also afraid of not finding "it" if "it" really is out there.
I obviously worry way too much.
Confession 24: I am often scared that this is all that there is for me.
I work hard to be happy; every day. Every day it takes work to be happy, and yet, every day, I worry that this is all that there is for me.
Even if I change, even if I grow, even if things around me move, even if I go; is this all that there is for me?
It scares me, and perhaps is one of the most encompassing thoughts of my each and every day on this planet.
Hopefully, one day, I will figure out who I am, where I belong, and be able to find happiness and finally find a fit. Until then, I am scared of not only the possibility that this is it, I am also afraid of not finding "it" if "it" really is out there.
I obviously worry way too much.