I constantly question what my purpose is in life?
do you ever wonder why you were born into this world? What path you have to take? Whether you’ll fail or succeed? And if you’ll make it past a certain age?
My mind gets tangled with all these questions. I want my life to have a purpose. Sometimes I am angry with the world because I didn’t ask to be born – then again it doesn’t work that way. Sometimes it just doesn’t make sense and well… I know what I want and I wish it could my mind could come to life.
I know I love helping others, I want to help. But it’s just not that simple.