As I hit the first year of my 30’s I realized that I am at the verge of complete losing grip of who I am, where I came from and why I am here. I have lost the idea, the key purpose of me being in this world and I constantly find myself asking this question, “what is the point of me being alive in this world?”
Over and over again I tell myself to have a time-out to re-gather my thoughts, hold my mind together, but I guess the fear of failing, the fear of not being able to achieve the goal I am about to set for myself, prevents me from giving myself a tiny moment in a day to have some alone time, some healing time.
I have been running away from my fear of unable to control my mind and in return, I have been letting my mind run free, I have been giving my mind the full authority of controlling me, controlling my life. It has gotten to a point where it is either I take this power back once and for all, or continue let this unknown drag me around the rest of my life!
I have a feeling I am almost there. I think I am slowly picking the lock on this door... that will eventually set me free....
