My purpose

Growing up I thought life was like the tales my grandma would sit me to say, so I always had high expectations from life.

But here I am stuck in between in my twenties confused on what I want in this life. Feeling like a failure even before starting.

I’m searching for something that I have no idea of, I’m chasing a faceless dream. Everyone has a purpose, why they were born but I say mine is to live and die as funny as it is I’m hurt every time I say it.

Maybe I thought if I had parents who loved me I could’ve been able to love myself dearly and accept all my flaws. But then I’m making excuses for my failures.

I’m running from life because I’m scared but I don’t want to perish in fear. How do I turn back the hands of the clock and go back to being carefree child I once was.

Most of us aren’t destined to be happy.