Who Am I?
There's so much wrong with me, I don't know where to begin. If I don't drink, I have insomnia that drives me to the brink of insanity. If I do drink, I'm drinking every night, just for the sake of sleeping, which prevents me from working out regularly. If I workout, I become so egotistical, that I criticize people for not taking control of their lives. If I don't scrutinize other's lives, I play video games in which I waste away to the stories they tell, without ever doing anything I love. If I follow my passion to all else above wise, I write. In that, I become completely infatuated with my allegory that I become a god in my eyes, and thus, all life becomes meaningless. If I allow life to have meaning, I contest that I have no "normal." So where do I belong, and how do I find my song? What allows myself to be happy without impeding on the happiness of others? The person you know constantly wonders a life without a tightrope, hoping f...