Ahoy

I'm in all the right places, yet somehow lost in life.

I've had a perpetual sense of impending doom, lately. Something just feels slightly off. I've come to a point where the criticality of the questions I face increases exponentially by the day, but I'm hardly better prepared to answer them than I was before.

If anything, the choices now are harder than they used to be—there are more options, and more considerations. Practically all my life I've been dutifully navigating the course charted by others, and though the waters were rough at times, I always knew where I was headed.

But the map ends here. I need to make my own way.

Here I am, sailing blindly into the night, hoping that when the sun rises I'll find myself in a world where I belong.