What do you do when you're world is torn in what seems to be every which way but together. It's a sense of confusion that you can only try to figure out in your head. It's unexplainable. What truly is the source of this confusion. Is it really confusion? You start to question your meaning of being. And what starts to happen when these questions and confusions start to affect not only yourself, but those around you. Your loved ones seem as lost as you do. It's not an unhappiness, not by any means. It's just a feeling that there is more to life or that you can contribute more to life. I guess it comes down to when you die, will you have made a difference in the world? Did you leave a mark?
Currently listening to: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy in New York"
Currently listening to: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy in New York"
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