This is why life is so cruel. Because its just so easy to follow your routine and forget all about it completely. Until one day, when confusion, paranoia, lack of motivation and despondence completely take you over, keeping you up at night, forcing you to re-trace your steps to determine where it all went wrong. Forcing you to take responsibility. You knew it was going to be this way, why the hell did you not begin before?
The City Dark allowed me to verbalize something I had been feeling for a while but didn't quite know what it was outside the shell of my brain. I need to see the sky. I need the presence of stars to remind me that I am insignificant, and that I am close to a superior being up there. That one day I will look back at my small form staring up at the sky, and reminisce: "How worried I was about this. How helpless I felt, but then it all worked out in the end." That's the catch. You have to start moving now to make sure that one day, it really will be okay in the end, otherwise you've lost that small shard of hope you're clinging to. Proactive decisions. Independent plans. Watching my own back. Planning ahead strategically. Utilizing my resources to the fullest. I have to do this all on my own to get anywhere now. This is what happens when you lose faith in your mentor. You are so terrified, yet you can't fall apart because you don't have that choice. You are too ambitious to be able to take it if you fail. Thus, you can't fail. You can die, if you want, but you can't fail. No one said this to me. I did.
I can only place hopes in my own self, which is so ironic that it actually makes me laugh. Given my tendency to self-doubt, having hope in myself that I can rely on myself to get through this is not easy. But I will hope. And work. And pray that my hope will give me strength.
I either have to bring my dreams down several notches, or figure out a strategy to take care of myself and my emotions while being aggressive with my work. With or without help. So help me God.
The City Dark allowed me to verbalize something I had been feeling for a while but didn't quite know what it was outside the shell of my brain. I need to see the sky. I need the presence of stars to remind me that I am insignificant, and that I am close to a superior being up there. That one day I will look back at my small form staring up at the sky, and reminisce: "How worried I was about this. How helpless I felt, but then it all worked out in the end." That's the catch. You have to start moving now to make sure that one day, it really will be okay in the end, otherwise you've lost that small shard of hope you're clinging to. Proactive decisions. Independent plans. Watching my own back. Planning ahead strategically. Utilizing my resources to the fullest. I have to do this all on my own to get anywhere now. This is what happens when you lose faith in your mentor. You are so terrified, yet you can't fall apart because you don't have that choice. You are too ambitious to be able to take it if you fail. Thus, you can't fail. You can die, if you want, but you can't fail. No one said this to me. I did.
I can only place hopes in my own self, which is so ironic that it actually makes me laugh. Given my tendency to self-doubt, having hope in myself that I can rely on myself to get through this is not easy. But I will hope. And work. And pray that my hope will give me strength.
I either have to bring my dreams down several notches, or figure out a strategy to take care of myself and my emotions while being aggressive with my work. With or without help. So help me God.