Overwhelmed. Feeling trapped somewhere in between security and passion; unable to equate either to success.
Pushing through is a possibility. Day after day, lecture after lecture. Just one more year, or two or three or who knows how many.
For the amount of times this thought passes my mind, it’s astonishing that I’m still at square A. Ineffective decision making perhaps, but most likely the four letter word we all fail to admit to: FEAR.
So here we go again, back to where my mind could function without distraction. Time to fall off the face of the Earth again.
This time for some reason feels as though it’ll bear a lot more tears.