I stay in the same place I was born and raised. Riding my bike to the same place I’ve been going to each summer for the past three years. When Monday comes I will go to the same office job. Day after day. Week after week. Year after year.
I’m like a teenager without any friends. Sitting in the same place. Dreaming of the same things. Yet nothing new ever happens. Nothing changes. No matter how hard I try.
I always thought my life would be more exciting than this. Had always hoped I would feel passionate enough about my dreams to make them a reality. It’s like an uphill battle trying to figure out what kind of career I want and how I’m going to get it. I keep trying to present myself in the best possible light so people will like me and want to give me a chance. Doing so without getting results is starting to make me feel pathetic.
I know someday this will all be over. I will be in the place I’ve always dreamed of being. It’s waiting for that day to come that is torture. I’m young. I love life. I want to embrace it all now. Yet I sit. I wait. I hope the opportunity will present itself to me so I can latch on and give it my everything.