Why are we so hard on ourselves? Or rather, why am I so hard on myself? As I sit here writing this the thoughts of more work, reading, essay writing and test studying are running around in the background of my mind. I can't move on from what I have to do, everything seems daunting. It is my wish that life could be about the bigger picture, about where you are in life at this moment and where you want to be in the future. Instead, we are so caught up on the little things. What gives our life meaning and who determines what the meaning is?
I want to live a life full of love and things that make me happy. i.e. baking cupcakes, reading books, living in a city or little cottage in the woods, watching Gilmore Girl reruns and hanging out with the people that matter the most to me. I want to travel to a country in need of food, education and help them to my fullest ability. I want to explore the world and experience things in different cultures-cliche I know. But will I actually do it?
Instead, I find myself dwelling on where I am now, a stressed college student questioning if I am really going down the right path and too afraid to change my direction if i'm not.
Most of all, I want to believe that my life has meaning, that there is somewhere I am meant to be and I am heading towards it. I believe that God has a set path for me but am I following it?
All I can do is trust and have faith.
