I can’t help but think that I have some skills to pass on,
something that I’ve learned in my life.
As I search for meaning and wonder what it is I can offer, what I can
create for the world, I struggle.
Conviction was never my strong suit.
I’m not sure whether it is fortunate or damaging to my
psyche, but I seem to have come to a place where I evaluate the worth of my
actions. I wonder whether it is worth my
time to do x, y, or z. I
overanalyze.
I find I want to create something lasting, and to a point writing
has allowed me to do that, but my thoughts are fleeting and incongruous. I have ambitions for something bigger, but
what?
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