At one point or another everybody has asked these questions to oneself... what the hell am I doing here? Where am I supposed to go?? What am I supposed to do??? There seems to be no answer to this. Or should I say there are too many answers to this.
Every time I have one of these questions in my head I just seem to try out each of these answers that are already in front of me, that are given to me. Too many thoughts, too many interests, too many options. No wonder everybody thinks I am confused. Well, I am... I think.. Not sure what I am confused about though.
Every time I try out an answer it seems to fit perfectly. It only lasts for sometime. Then I am back to those questions again. May be the answer is to find ones own answer. They talk about the enlightenment, nirvana, self actualization, knowing thyself and all that. They make it seem so mysterious; which makes it very interesting too.
Is it really that hard to realize what is actually within oneself? Why is it when reaching a turning point one asks, 'What am I doing here? Who am I?'. Or is it that, when one asks these questions it turns the life around.
I am going to find out. I am going to find a way... to nimmees.
