The wrong track
What happens when you know you are on the wrong track? What happens when you know you just can’t change it yet? I think it feels as painful as it feels to a caterpillar shedding the shell. But are there any guarantees you would turn out to be a butterfly or would you die trying? Going to the next level in life is just so damn confusing and difficult. And what exactly is this next level? What the damndest is growing up, growing out of and all that jargon? All one can be sure of is that just now, right now, feels like watching your life from somewhere else, existing and trying to figure out what is the next level. You just know the track is wrong, you don’t know which is the right one either.