There’s something about summer… It makes me rethink my life every year.
It’s almost like the summer melts down my walls that I keep my emotions bundled behind. The emotions that make me question myself, question if anything that I’m doing is making sense.
If I’m even headed anywhere or am I drifting with the tide, just another participant in the rebellion against the endless loop of societal pressure… If any of what I do will ever make a difference. If I have made even a tiny impression on my environment. If when I am removed from the equation, will my deletion make a difference? Or will it simply be a drop out of the ocean?
Will I ever be the reason for a medley of ripples on this placid surface of life, or will I simply be another wave?
Then I question whether having so many emotions is even normal? If I’m a naive girl to think of all these things and if I’m just a soft spot on the hard rock of society?
Even after 26 rounds around our personal blazing ball of hydrogen and helium, I’m still realising that adulting is a myth. Even adults have no idea what they are doing. We basically just make our own way and hope that it counts as adulting in some way.