A sudden bout of depression hit me. Just.
From identifying my identity and knowing my true purpose in life to crunching numbers and wondering why the hell my credit card bills are so damn high, I have come to the conclusion that I'm not as mature as I think myself to be.
I could go on and on about the lessons I've learnt and the mistakes I have to walk on past, but it all boils down to the same result - that I will revisit the same place, write the same words, and feel the same feelings.
Are we left to ponder our outcomes like toys neglected on a toddler's shelf?
What is the me I want? Is it the me I should be? What about the me others want me to be?
Strangely unnerving, but oh so true - am I the me, is me already in you?