And I’m thinking to myself what kind of pathetic life I’m living.
It’s the 26th year of my life and i haven’t started..
My life hasn’t begun..
I still have so much to do in life and half of my life is already gone.
People are doing great things…becoming famous… earning money …but most importantly doing what they love and cherish.
And here I’m in my room studying because I always have some exams coming up which I don’t even feel like giving anymore.
The joy is gone, the fun has fainted and all I am left with.. is this dull aching pain inside of my empty self.
Still wondering when will my life begin?
And will it all make sense in the end?
What if I’m not happy with my life when I’m done with this world…
Will I be content then? Will I be satisfied? Because if it does not..
Then what’s the point?
