life has gone on for too long without a plan. days go by in monotone. no real ups, no real downs. not leading nor being led. not slowing down but not in a rush as well... and now i fear i'm getting anxious again about what to do with my life.
but people keep telling me to be happy bout the little things. take for instance, the sporadic moments of pride from getting things done, hangin with my buds, 5 min online sketches, the temporary bliss of pay day. the mind keeps on wondering though. it wonders bout the bigger things, the ideals i thought i embodied once before and the goals i thought i'd reach by this point in my life. all of which i al