Whatever I am doing or have done, it doesn’t feel significant to me. I am always thinking that, to date, I have not done anything noteworthy or something that I should be proud of.
Today, I woke up and for some reason, I was feeling some unknown pressure of doing something, something big. I don’t know what that would be, though. It feels like I don’t know what I am living for, or what’s the actual purpose.
In fact, what is the actual purpose of life for me? To earn money? To become famous? To be able to afford everything? To get invited to the world’s biggest TV shows?
I. DON’T. KNOW.
Maybe just being with my family and offering them comfort should be my ultimate goal.
But I am not sure about that either.
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It’s 11:54 AM right now, and I haven’t done a single job today. In fact, writing this daily journal is the first thing that I am doing today. I spent the whole morning lying in my bed thinking, about something.
Let’s see how the rest of the day goes.
See ya!
