Just me again.
Full of doubt, seeking connection.
Processing past experiences while keeping an outlook on the future.
I don’t see why I should pretend to be all confident about what I do when I’m not.
What’s the point in that?
I have to admit I’m pretty tired of this society constantly focusing on being successful; it only gives reason for feeling undervalued and thinking of oneself as unworthy.
What am I doing?
I’m just showing that I’m searching and trying; I am fucking things up and I’m experiencing setbacks like everyone else, and in between I’m achieving some of my goals.
‘Two steps forward, one step back’, a friend of mine once said.
None for today.
Again, just me.
Trying to find comfort in the fact I’m working hard for my dreams, and relaxing into allowing myself to be doubtful and filled with questions; questions which will probably remain unanswered forever.