sunday feb 12, 2016
i feel worthless. my talent i thought i had as a kid is only a hobby now. there's millions of people around me who can sing more beautiful than i'll ever be able to. my only dream job was to sing, and now what do i do?
people tell me my writing is on its way to becoming something great. are you sure? there are thousands of books out there, still and silent in libraries, stores, and homes.
I THOUGHT THAT I COULD BE ANYTHING I WANTED TO BE. and that's true, i could be. but i can't be
great. i can't be best. i can't be awed at and respected. i can do what i wish. but i can't be recognized for it.
so this begs the question:
what gives me meaning?
and why do i feel no purpose anymore
