I envy people who when they are like four or five years old, get an epiphany about what they want to do in life. I never had that. I just sort of, enjoyed everything. So cliche.
But it’s the truth.
I still am confused. What do I do?
Scary.
I’m told that I am irresponsible and should spend my time researching things. And figuring out what really interests me. But I don’t think ‘nothing’ is a valid answer.
It should be.
I mean, if nothing is something that interests me, then there should be something interesting to do about nothing.
But yeah, I suppose that’s too much to ask for.