Am I really where I want to be? Is this the path I chose, or the safest I picked? Is there truly a prize at the end of this road? And if there is, can I reach it wholeheartedly?
There is like a wall between me and those around me. I donβt belong; Iβm missing something. I donβt have that unyielding passion. I am bothered by too many things.
So I should just run away! Run towards my goal, ***** the beaten path! The scream of my soul will drown out the hardships! This! Is! Who! I! Am!
If only it were that easyβ¦
Can you always go back? Or is there a point of no return in life?