will i ever be satisfied? why must i yearn for something never there? what am i looking for? land that cannot be found? what am i running towards? a mirage of a finish line? im lost out at sea, with nothing but my blind ambition to keep me company. the map leading me there is only half-written with no destination. does the mass of land even exist? will i find it? i often feel the destination is the measure of my efforts. without a product, i havenΚ»t done anything. will my hard work amount to nothing all my life?
i always seem to be longing for more, yet i have no idea what i want to do with my life. its frustrating. some days i dont even know what im yearning for, i just know that i want more.