The journey of self-discovery is a complicated one. Everyone’s doing it, trying to decide what’s right for themselves and what they need and why they’re around doing it all anyways. It’s weird you know, I’m only 20 years old, and it feels like, what more could I go through? There’s lots, yeah, I mean, I’m not denying that, but I’m so tired and it feels like it’s gotta stop sometime.

So… when do we discover what we’re meant to? At death? Is there a moment when we know? When will it happen to me? WILL it even happen? Is all this pointless?

I try to surround myself with people that will help me with the answers. I know who’s important right now and when it’s time to move on from certain people. The excitement and journey of new people and friends is invigorating. Just knowing that they’ll teach me something, that their very presence may effect my entire world, is completely scary but so cool.

I just wonder what’s out there for me, you know? I feel like I’m waiting for it all to happen, meanwhile, it’s happening as we speak. Man, I wish I were psychic. Maybe I’m just impatient.