I can't help but feel as if my life lacks meaning, a certain sense of direction. I'd even go as far as to say that there's nothing I'm really even fervent about right now. Well, actually that's a lie; I guess there are some things I really do apply myself to with vigor.. passion even (it sounds horribly cliche, but I'm just that type of a guy).
But what use is applying passion if it only lands me in some dank pit of ambiguity and gloom?It's probably the small hope that maybe one day I'll climb out of that pit and be met with certainty and happiness.
But until then I'm just sitting here trying as hard as I can to find my way out; and from my attempts, it seems that I'm not a very good climber.. not in the least.
One should also note that my life isn't all doom and gloom. Though I may not be where I ideally want to be at this very moment and while I am not quite content with staying there, I am still very much quite happy that I at least mean something (though what that something is I am very unsure of).
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