I go through frequent stages where I just stop and think “what the hell am I doing with my life?” Of course, panic and depression follow after that. It’s a constant battle reminding myself that it’s perfectly okay for me to be confused with my course of life. That there are millions (if not billions) of other people out there who are going through the exact same thing I’m going through. I have to remember that I’m not alone. In fact I should realize that life is only acting. It’s pretending like you know what you’re doing, when essentially all that you are doing is winging it.
I just wish I could “wing it” a little better.