time is running out, you know. tick, tock. no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be good enough.
and you’re going to die someday. you know that, right? but will they even remember you? and when it comes down to it, do you honestly even want them too? tick, tock.
is this really how you want to spend your life? wasting your time on some good-for-nothing blog? because it’s not like you’re making any progress, sitting on your computer all day like a weirdo. tick, tock.
you don’t have much longer left to live, you know. and are you sure this is right? yes, or no?
a year gone by in the blink of an eye. and why is it so hard for me to let this go?
I’ve spent my whole life just feeling like I’ve been running out of time.
I have this compulsive desire to just get out content faster, and faster, because if I don’t… I don’t know. People are going to forget about me.
Often, it feels like I’m just trying to get through my life as quick as possible, like there’ll be a reward for never taking the time to enjoy anything or actually make things I care about and am genuinely proud of. I don’t know if this is a girl thing, or a Gen-Z thing, or just a human thing, but I feel like my whole life people have been telling me that there’s only so much time left to reach my goals and achieve my dreams–that if I’m not famous by eighteen, I may as well resign myself to a life of barely being able to pay rent, a deteriorating marriage, kids I hate, etc. Which is, obviously, bullshit–there’s no time limit on when you can pursue a dream, and obviously a lot of different ways to be successful, most of which don’t involve fame and riches. And although this mindset, in part, has been a huge motivating factor… well, it’s also been a cause for a lot of unhappiness, and it’s something I’ve been really trying to revaluate these past couple weeks.
Does anyone else ever feel this way? I don’t know, if you feel like it, let me know in the comments I guess? Thanks so much for reading as always. 🙂
Lots of love,