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I Have No Idea What I’m Doing
The Yin and the Yang
Sometimes I wonder. What the fuck am I doing with my life?
Other times I think there is no way I could possibly be doing any better.
I have spent my life so hypercritical of myself. Like I imagine most do. Every thought, every action, every reaction, all scrutinized into infinity.
Maybe too much introspection on weed or too many ego deaths on mushrooms, I don’t know. But I do feel I think a little bit differently.
This is probably another common thought, therefore not different at all. So then does everybody feel like this all the time??
Maybe that has something to do with me having the luxury to do so. By that I mean life has been pretty easy for me. Or has it?
By the estimation of most people who know me – it has been an easy life. Or so they tell me. Maybe they are right. I have largely coasted through this life. It’s something that I assumed I would grow out of, but here I remain, the perpetual slacker. A contradictory hypocrite. Some days I think I’m a hustler, other days I’m a sloth.
Everything is subjective. My perceived good life is likely the result of being a maximizer…
