Hi Neil Gaiman, you don't know me and I don't know you and probably never will, but in my opinion you are the best person to talk to about this, a one sided conversation? Yes, but for me it's still a conversation.
Well, I'll get straight to the point, I feel lost and behind on what I want to do with my life, you know? Like I was ALWAYS sure of what I wanted and I had the whole path to follow in my mind, only now I asked myself why and I don't know. I don't know myself Mr.Gaiman, I don't know what I am. I feel lost and delayed. Late because I know I'm last in this race and I don't have the breath to catch up with my opponents.
Will I die without purpose? Is my life so insignificant?
I get so obsessed with other things, worrying about the future, fantasizing about it, filling my head with anything other than myself, that I just can't think about myself and not cry, because I feel purposeless, and I feel like it's too late to look for him, because everyone is in front of me and life discards those who stay behind.
I don't think you'll ever read this message, but if you do: thank you <3
It's not a race. You don't have opponents. It's just you. You get a life and you get to make things and you get to experience things and you get to try to be happy. (The journey is always more enjoyable than the destination.)