It’s 1:23am here while I compose this arbitrary post that had somehow turned existential. As I scroll through randoms and copious amount of content from social media, I am reminded of my childhood self, specifically the young me who had hoped to have been better than where I currently am now.
I had proudly stated that when I was older, more mature (adulting, if you may), I would have my dream house, dream clothes, dream work and dream life. I would be the envy of, then younger self, as I would wear, do, and buy whatever it was that my heart wanted.
And yet here I am, in my early 30s- jaded, cynical and unmotivated. While the basic idea of having the things I had yearned for had been accomplished. I feel EMPTY.
It doesn’t help that most of Australia, including my lovely state of NSW has been in an 11 week lockdown (and counting). I yearn to explore, but with the lack of motivation and direction, I fear that I may very well end up to where I was initially dissatisfied with.
I realised that after looking through well constructed narratives, I myself do not have a current DREAM. I feel empty, aimless and with no direction.