As cliché as it may sound, I am lost. I'm in that stage wherein I have no idea what the hell I'm doing with my life. You won't believe how much the phrase "I need to find myself" have pondered on my mind and to be honest, I didn't think that phrase would even come to mind, thinking those kind of lines only belong to the movies and novels. I guess that's why it's called a cliché.
When I started traveling, though I don't travel as often and haven't tried long-term yet, I started becoming aware of my surroundings and myself as well. Going to different places have awakened my sleepy lazy thoughts and had broadened my way of thinking. I started to realize that it was hard for me to be contented, mainly because I've been very materialistic. I realized that having everything doesn't always equal to contentment. I also came to question myself, if what I'm doing now or where I am at this exact point of my life makes me happy.
My mind was literally flooded with many other questions and I became eager to search for purpose.
"What am I doing with my life?"
Now, I'm in the process of self-discovery and exploration. I've always been very curious of things, I guess it's time I take action and start looking for answers. I've also been doing a lot of rethinking lately, hoping somehow it will straighten out the tangled thoughts in my head. I need to start looking for my true self and find who I'm supposed to be.