I don’t know what to do with my life
Do you ever hear yourself saying “I don’t know what to do with my life”? I’ve been there, and I know it’s a terrible feeling. Find out how you can dust yourself off and move on.
Life is a strange feeling. At times, we’re happy, and at other times we find ourselves asking “I don’t know what to do with my life”. Let me help you understand your life better, through my eyes.
We humans have been gifted with brains and ideas, but at times, I wonder if we’d all be better off dumber, like a pet cat that lazes all day, or some wild animal in the forest. Of course, life isn’t easy even for animals, but ignorance is bliss.
And it’s so much easier to just be nomads, worrying about nothing but foraging for food, looking for a place to sleep, and someone to sleep with. Wouldn’t that just be so darn simple!
Most of the times, we just don’t know what to do. We’re lost, clueless and completely blanked out. But moving on in life is easier if you give hope a chance.
Do you find yourself lying awake at night and telling yourself you don’t know what to do, and thinking about all the years that have slipped by so quietly? I do. I’m sure that thought flits through your mind every now and then.
Countless nights and tosses and turns in our beds later, we’re still left with that same hollow feeling in the chest when we’re all alone. I don’t know what to do with my life. Where am I going? Am I doing the right thing? Is my life hard? Why do the others have their lives cut out so easy?
I’m thankfully a gifted sleeper and I can barely lie awake in bed for more than a few minutes, if I’m trying to get some sleep. But before I close my eyes late at night, I wonder if my day was worth it. I ask myself if I’ve worked hard enough to deserve a good night’s sleep. Even if I’ve worked an 18-hour day, my answer still remains the same.
Nope. I don’t deserve to sleep peacefully. Because I still have so much more to do. So many more dreams and innumerable aspirations, wishes and hopes. The very things that I’m clutching on like straws in a wind, hoping they don’t blow away into oblivion.