It’s late and I’m having trouble going sleep. Thoughts are always racing. Trying to figure out if there is anything I forgot to accomplish today. I always feel like I forgot something. With what I feel like is a million things going on it’s hard to organize it all in my head.
I’m exhausted. My body and mind are tired. I can’t complain, we all have to work. That’s just life. What is that supposed to mean exactly?
Now I’m arguing with myself. I must be tired. Really though, why do we just accept things the way they are? Why not go against the grain and question things? Going on like this everyday, waking up to the same routine, over and over. It brings up a valid point.
DO I EVEN MATTER?