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If you've ever been at a similar point in your life after a milestone is completed, I'd love to hear your thoughts, or what you did to makeit to the next chapter of your life. I apologize if this doesn't make much sense, or seems like existential whining. It feels as if all these milestones don't mean much at all and I'm just wasting my time until something big happens on a grand scale in the world.
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I sit back and watch what appears to be my country fall apart as the election cycle swings into full power, and I'm just a passenger waiting for shit to either hit the fan quick, or a slow gradual fan speed depending on who wins. All I manage to feel is guilt, as if there's more i could be doing.
I'm being told how I should rest a bit and bask in the glory. I sit here having physically done something that I should feel enjoyed over. I'm reminded of the fig tree story from Sylvia Plath at the moment, but turned up by 100.
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I've got the urge to write more, and at the same time I'm sitting here with everything completed staring out, and I really don't know how to proceed. A friend's given me login codes to the Firehose Project to learn how to code, another friend is trying to talk me into making a game using RPG Maker to create something basic and learn the ins and outs of gaming. I'm desperately trying to find work as I spend only 2 days at a customer service job, 5 days home alone unable to find local work. I finished 6/6/16, sent it off to an editor friend, all 410 pages completed, and now. I made it my entire life's goal, I suppose. I eventually settled on writing a book, and kept at it.įor the last few years I wrote and restarted my novel. Eventually I realized how pointless that was, and how unreasonable it was to put anyone in that position. After that I made the decision to bury my life into a relationship and made another human being my reason for going. My life fell apart in 2013, leading to losing my car, job, house, and then my dogs who were my reason for living when my depression was at its worst. It's been a rollercoaster of events the last three years. Here's hoping I type all of this out and don't delete it, thinking I've wasted everyone's time.