Dear Mr. Future,
I believed hands and sweat is to create one’s own destination. Nothing is given or pre-defined.
Now, I am not so sure.
What I have worked for, in the last 5 years, is vanished. Taking with it is my hope, dream, and direction. I no longer know what I am, who I am, and what I suppose to do. I lost the purpose in life.
My only constructive work is to blog, a way to quiet my disturbed mind and wallow my sorrows. I no longer have a job that I can bury myself with, no goals to chase after, no hope to feel alive again.
How do I restart, over and over again? Which ass should I kiss or kick? I know I will lose myself if I continue this meaningless life.
Mr. future. Please give me a sign!
What should I do? What direction shall I take?
Are you listening?
I am mad!
Writing 101, Day 14: To Whom It May Concern