Fuck if I know?

I had my midterm advising meeting today where my advisor asked me the dreaded question, “What do you want to do with your life?”  Society ( Parents, Friends, Peers, Fools) have been asking me this very question since I was 5 years old. 20 years later… I still don’t know. It has been a great source of frustration for me in the past. I never feel completely satisfied with anything and my mind tends to wander. Chronic Dissatisfaction has plagued me for years and years. A diagnosis that began as a joke but as time passes I realize it to be very true. It IS a familiar stirring that I can’t describe but I recognize all too well ( shoutout to Woody Allen). Apparently the most interesting people never figure out what they are destined for in this life. I’m in Paris, and it is everything I dreamt of since I was a teenager. Now that I’m here I dream of Dubai. Once I go to Dubai, will I dream of South Africa?  So far the only thing I know that I want is to keep moving, seeing, touring and exploring.

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