Sometimes…
I lie on my bed with my head at the foot and my feet at the head and…
I wonder.
I imagine.
I question.
I contemplate.
I wonder what it is exactly that I’m supposed to be doing with my life.
I know that some people say money.
Others, religion.
For some, life’s about sex.
And others say love.
But… what if I don’t achieve some or all of those things.
What then?
How do I “make my mark” when there’s over 7 billion people breathing right now and here I am wondering if I’ll ever amount to anything or not.
Because, I am not certain.
I don’t know if I’ll marry, have kids, grow old, and be happy.
I don’t know if I’ll succeed at all and be known.
I don’t know if I’ll die alone, lonely, and sad.
I don’t know if I’ll fail and be forgotten.
Because the future is unclear. Because I am not certain. And believe me…
I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of making too many mistakes.
I’m afraid of never being loved.
I’m afraid of death, of aging too quickly, and being plain old forgotten.
Because it’s a big world but maybe I only want to be remembered by you.