This is one of those days I think about pursuing my passion. And I am so glad that I am doing what I am doing and everything. But somehow, there is something missing.
Must everything be backed by divine reasoning?
Why must I always be one the go? Can't I stop for a while and pause. But that gives me some sort of insecurity like I shouldn't be stopping I should keep going and going and going. When I stop I feel a little less of worth. Like I just gotta keep building this. Building and building and building. Trying and trying and trying and never stop moving.
Why am I writing emails? Do I mean what I type? Why are there always random projects? Why am I accepting freelance jobs so often when there is an end semester test the next week? Why have I gotta be on the go? Why?
And it is hard to explain it but I know it's not right.