I was thinking today.
Just about life.
Everyday I got o work. I'm doing this job which isn't really a career for me - just something to pass the time. On average, I go on a trip twice a month. Every month, I blow every penny of my salary. i'm learning something new everyday.
But am I LIVING? I don't know. Today I've just been in this daze. Like a routine. I'm not like woohoo happy. But I'm not unhappy. I'm just.....here. Sometimes I feel like I know exactly what I'm doing. Other times, I haven't got a clue. I am just here. Doing these things. Day after day.
That's not LIVING right? That's just EXISTING. But I don't feel like I'm just EXISTING because I DO things. But at the same time, I feel like I'm missing something. Something that would make everything perfect. Well, that wouldn't be just SOMETHING. That would be a lot of things.
It's so hard to actually measure the extent of one's happiness. Different things make different people happy. What makes me happy? Well, right now - travelling. After that, I don't really know. You pursue things that you think will make you happy, only to discover they do the opposite.
And I read back over this and realise that I have made no sense. Gomen.
It's just my stream of thought.
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This happens to me all the time!
The verdict is...9 times out of ten, one is living. Then there are the off days the 1 that your just existing.
These days come and go and there really isnt much one can do about them.
:)xx
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