I don't really understand the point.
Everything is work, but theres no point in working for something that isn't going to help me. So I endlessly waste effort never knowing what I really want.
I think that it might just be me, but looking around it seems that almost no one really knows what they want. Even if you try to be unique you end up being cliche in some form or another, surrounded by the same without a goal.
I'm not the kind to give up, although I can be pretty lazy. I figure one day it'll just come to me. Until then everything is just boring. Even what I'm writing, cliche and boring.
Sleep is boring, but at least its comfortable.
Everything is work, but theres no point in working for something that isn't going to help me. So I endlessly waste effort never knowing what I really want.
I think that it might just be me, but looking around it seems that almost no one really knows what they want. Even if you try to be unique you end up being cliche in some form or another, surrounded by the same without a goal.
I'm not the kind to give up, although I can be pretty lazy. I figure one day it'll just come to me. Until then everything is just boring. Even what I'm writing, cliche and boring.
Sleep is boring, but at least its comfortable.
The day you realize you are nothing special after all....
And then it's the next level...