Contemplating

Sometimes, you contemplate everything.

Every decision.

Every thought.

Everything.

“What the hell am I even doing with my life?”

“Why am I putting myself through this discomfort?”

“Why am I taking risks no one else seems to take?”

“Am I being stupid for going down this path?”

“Will I even get something out of it?”

It’s tough.

When no one else around you walks the path you do.

When you’re misunderstood by everyone you know.

When everyone looks down on you for staying true to yourself.

When everyone thinks you’re being naive and stupid for wanting more.

They call you unrealistic and childish.

They talk shit behind your back.

For refusing to settle.

For refusing to be like everyone else.

For refusing to remain mediocre.

For refusing unfulfillment.

For refusing gut-wrenching regret.

I refuse all of those things.

I repulse them.

I’m not cut out for a life as such.

I want more.

I NEED more.

I’ll never cave to outside pressure.

I don’t care how long it takes me to succeed.

I don’t care how many times I fail.

I don’t care how I feel going through the process.

I don’t care.

I’ll get to my destination regardless of the obstacles put in front of me.

I’ll be the last one laughing.

Not them.

Mark my words.