Twenty five and confused about life, possibly my worst fear right now. Only a few months away and I can’t help but wonder what will become of me.
No dreams nor goals, nothing to ponder upon. I wish to be a caterpillar, guaranteed that one day I will become a butterfly.
Mind so great and untapped, I fill my head with knowledge I’m suppose to have yet confused on the use of it.
The journey of pretending to be in order to enter the corporate world has left me with only what ifs,
What if I’m not cut for this world, what if greatness awaits for me to grow a backbone, what if my inability to comprehend this world is the ultimate bliss.