It’s that time. That time in a person’s life when you begin to doubt your abilities, your existence. The question floats around every day. The question being; what am I meant to do in this life? That crisis you face when you think about the next step. Jumping into adulthood, finding, no scraping, for a job.
I must’ve filled out close to 10 applications, not knowing where I stand in the pool of job seekers. I don’t remember the last time I actually had to put in this much effort to get something I want, no, I need.
Maybe I’ve just been really lucky all along.
Maybe I can be a writer? No. Maybe a teacher? No. A researcher? A police officer? A politician? A secretary? No. An analyst? I don’t know. Right now, I’ll take anything they give me.
Every night, I think about it. I think about where I’m actually meant to be. It’s one thing to want to be somewhere or do something, but another thing altogether to be meant for it. Every night, I pray for a sign, I pray that tomorrow brings good news, I pray that I find some closure.
If anyone is reading this, pray for me too will you? I normally wouldn’t ask, but I think I really need it right now.
Thank you dear friend. God bless.