Im in the prime of life, 23
I should be rejoiced
Healthy, smart, and working
All the qualities not everyone has the pleasure of having

Im angry with myself

I feel 18 again just beginning no real goal
No moral compass
No passion to strive for anything
Normal? Good question

My life is a three-book novel
Each book no real knowing how it will end
No true plot to get your attention
Its flat lining

I flip through the pages looking for the spark I once possessed
Cant even remember if I had the time to make a table of contents of my real passions
Question is, why do I continue creating these novels?
Historic records or boredom?