Life is flying by right before my eyes. Its easy to find yourself stuck when you are lazy, and that's what I truly am- lazy. I mean what am I really doing with my life? I'm a 24 year old college graduate with a degree in Art History, living with my parents and working part-time at a craft store down the street. I don't exactly portray the picture of the "American Dream" in any form. But what if I really don't want to conform to the American Dream? What if I want something different? I'm too lazy to even find out what different would be.
No, I'm stuck here because some sick part of me is comfortable with the place I've settled in my life. Yet there is another part of me twisting and turning to get out of this confined space I've shoved myself into. Its screaming to get out. All the while the comfortable side of me shuts it out and pushes it back because working hard isn't the most convenient thing to do at any moment. Its really quite sad when I think about it.
I keep flip flopping inside myself. I've always loved to write. There has always been this escape I feel when the words come flowing out of me, but my mind is very scattered and to even complete something meaningful would be a big task in itself. You can imagine what the comfortable side of me is saying right now. And though my comfortable side has a point, I fear it will only lead me to an unfulfilled life of always looking back and never being truly satisfied.
We all have to start somewhere. I can no longer be so ignorant about so many things. I've always found it easier to sail through life that way, but no can do any more. I'm sick of being confused and bamboozled by my own laziness. Its time for it to stop.
Now how do I get this show on the road?
