Is it ok to be lost?
Is it ok to be lost? Waking up finally after snoozing the alarm five times,rushing out of my bed because if I don't,I am gonna be late in catching my 7: 45 bus,and would eventually be late for my first lecture.And I HATE to be late.Yes,just hate it.Reach college,on time,lose myself into the intricacies of Family Law and get back home by evening.Tiring day but not unfulfilling. Standing under the cold shower,getting rid of the sweat and grime I am struggling to evade the questions my inner self is throwing up at me.I try to shove them away.I admit I dread the answers.Or I don't know the answers.Maybe I don't want to know the answers? Urghh......please my inner self it's annoying.I am too tired to indulge in this gruelling. Unmoving the questions come jumping at me.So are you happy? You liking your life? What about the future?Are you gonna make it? Bla bla bla.... The cold water dripping down my hair,carressing my back,tingling,trying to