Disappointment
Today, I realized that I am the most useless person in the world. It does not matter if you finish college, if you work part time or it you help at home: you are a disappointment to your family. Even though I have different accomplishments, my mom is not proud of me. She made me feel awful, like I’m no one so I cried. Apparently, I’m wasting every single day of my life because I’m doing nothing.
I think that if you want to hurt me, you can use anything: this is who I am. I can be right, you can give lots of stupid reasons but it’s always going to be my fault. I’m 24 and all the things I’ve done are not enough. So what is the point? You do everything you can to be someone, to be recognized and define yourself, and what happens? Automatically, someone labels you and tells you that you are less than nothing, and you believe it.
The way I see it, there is no such thing as happiness. Temporary satisfactions are the things that we always look for. We were born in a world in which no matter what you do, there is always something missing. You are young but the social pressures, money and career don’t let you do what you really want. In this point I ask myself: what is the purpose? Why am I alive? Is it always have to be this way? Is it everything about material things?
I need answers.
