I might just be tired, but knowing that we're at the end of this year and at the threshold of another, I sit here wondering if I've been living life like I should.
Suddenly a million thoughts flood my mind, like a dam broken through. Again, my often calm and controlled exterior masks the real me inside--the ambitious, driven, and passionate me that conceals himself for fear that he'll be unwanted.
I've done many things already, but I want to do so much more. I want to explore society and the human mind; to discover why people do what they do and why they don't do certain things. But I need a plan, a realistic plan. I'm married and have two children, and while I'm happy, I don't intend for life to stop here. I need time to think.
I'm a constant thinker, a planner. But in the last couple of weeks I haven't been able to focus, due to busyness of work. It's an essential for me, though. I need to know that I'm making consistent steps towards reaching my goals, otherwise I feel unfulfilled.
