I’ve been having a bit of a nearly quarter life crisis. I’m questioning everything, not that this is new, but I’m questioning the fundamentals I’m building in life, in school, everything. I’m questioning my existence and purpose and what it means to be a good person. What it means to be happy. Content. Successful. Loved.

I have no answers. Everything keeps creating new questions. And it’s scary. Terrifying. 

Things are changing and I’m feeling out of control. I feel like I’ve lost control. Yet, somehow I’m still controlling my out of controlness.

Clearly all of this makes sense. Clear as mud.