Stuck
When I was seven, my parents had a bird. It was a blue parakeet. One day, when everyone was out of the house, it got its beak stuck in between the bars of its cage. It struggled so hard to break free that it ripped its own beak off and bled to death before we got home.
I am twenty-five years old, and feeling directionless. I know that I am still young, but I sometimes feel like a failure. My friends from high school have all graduated college, and are settled into careers. I have a job, but it is not where I want to be. I was supposed to have gone on from high school to do great things. The greatest thing I've done lately is make gnocchi.
The sad part of this is that I'm still not entirely sure what I want to do with my life. I've been to school for too many different things. Debt is looming, my job is still dead-end, and I keep thinking that maybe if I get this degree or that degree then everything will be alright. But what I want to be this week is different from what I wanted to be last week is different from what I will want to be next week.
I am twenty-five years old, and feeling directionless. I know that I am still young, but I sometimes feel like a failure. My friends from high school have all graduated college, and are settled into careers. I have a job, but it is not where I want to be. I was supposed to have gone on from high school to do great things. The greatest thing I've done lately is make gnocchi.
The sad part of this is that I'm still not entirely sure what I want to do with my life. I've been to school for too many different things. Debt is looming, my job is still dead-end, and I keep thinking that maybe if I get this degree or that degree then everything will be alright. But what I want to be this week is different from what I wanted to be last week is different from what I will want to be next week.