quarter-life crisis: the burden of choosing your own adventure

Bottoming out toppling over adulthood breeds boredom where choices are too many. Inactive and unproductive when left to my own devices.  Vices filling gaps left by once-thrived-upon structure.  If i don’t have deadlines i stand still if i don’t have deadlines i don’t do if I don’t have deadlines I set no goals.  I neither reap nor do I sow.  I just come and I go with two punches of one clock.  I watch seconds turn to minutes and those minutes add to hours eight times over and I am waiting waiting waiting for something to feel important. I am waiting waiting waiting for some sense of urgency. Open-ended questions require curiosity – but for me (lacking that), they inspire lagging lethargy. I would not fight for freedom, if it was my time to fight – but I might fight for responsibility and a reduction of my rights.  I feel plagued by choices in the land of possibility. I feel plagued to find happiness and success monetarily. Maybe I should just give up, go back to college, and get another degree.

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