Bored of life
I spent a lot of time wondering why live at all, until I decided that when lived correctly, life justifies itself without explanation needed. I spent time observing my behaviour until I decided free will doesn’t exist, and that I am shaped more by society than I perhaps had realised.
I am 21, I have a beautiful girlfriend who I couldn’t ask more of, I have a job I enjoy to a decent extent, working in funerals dealing with deceased people that sort of stuff.
But constantly, everyday, I attempt to escape my life in my mind, and create a plan for something ‘real’. I’m still waiting for life to start I suppose.
Whatever I think of for the future, holidays, different ways of living, different jobs, I am constantly bounded by the sense that anything I do matters no more than anything else I can do.
I’m not depressed, my emotions are decently regulated, but I cannot pick a path forward, I cannot settle my mind on a life, or a path, I am running from myself in a sense, and chasing the real me in another sense.
I can dream but I cannot hold a dream, I cannot make sense of life itself, where to put myself, what to do.
Ultimately that’s the question I want answering, what should I do, that’s why I started asking questions at all.