I'm I a Failure ?
I can bet I am not the only one who asks themselves this question over and over again? I don't know whether the intensity of self-audit grows as we age? but lately I have found myself musing on this question, I'm I a failure? Is this what adulting is about? I'm I supposed to feel this lost? I'm I supposed to feel this desperate and to cling on to every shred of hope that I can muster? I always ask myself this question because a blanket of doubt often covers me and sometimes overwhelms me. It's like a dark cloud that forces me to keep looking back and wonder when and where did I miss it? When and where did I take the wrong turn? when and where did I lose my concept of self? when and where did I stop dreaming ? if I ever started? This auditing has made me unearth some deep truths about myself that I am not even sure I am ready to deal with. I recently sobbed like a baby, because of some truth that lay on me like a heavy wet blanket. I cried for all the years