Buggin' out

I hate the question – what are you doing with your life? I’m living it, that is what I’m doing.

What is the measure of success? Somehow at age 23 I feel like a failure because I haven’t figured out my life. It’s called the quarter-life crisis. And from what I’ve heard I get to endure another crisis once I hit 50. Why is there so much pressure to fulfill expectations – our own, our parents, society’s? If I never win an award on TV or make a six-figure salary, does that mean I’ve failed? I hope not, but somehow it feels that way. Why can’t I just enjoy my life? I want to explore, I want to stumble, and I want to have fun. Along the way I imagine I’ll discover a few things about myself and the world with which I live. It’s not like I enjoy this stumbling process of young adulthood. Life would be so much easier if I knew, simply knew exactly what I wanted to do. But there are so many things I want to do, see, and pursue and through that jumbled maze I get lost in all the choices.