Derailed and Off-Course
I'm staring blankly at a tab I just opened on an outdated version of internet explorer on an outdated PC. In big grayed out letters it asks me, "What do you want to do next?" Well, let me think about that one. What do I want to do next? Every second I stay here at this factory of dread makes me loath myself even more; yet I know I have to be grateful for having something that makes ends meet. But the fire inside me, the passion that makes me a positive creati-vist, is slowly and surely suffocating. I feel derailed, internet tab. I'm not sure what I want yet. I definitely don't want to stay here any longer than needed; for fear of losing my marbles. I mean, I'm having an existenstial chat with an internet browsing tab, clearly I'm halfway there. So where do I go from here? What do I do next? It's time to map out my life again. This time last year I was making plans to start my own business, but the red tape and the taunting fears of the risks enta