I often wonder if I made the right decision coming to Paris. Currently I am up to eyeballs in work that I don’t want to do and stressed beyond belief. Was it really worth it? Yes I live in a fab city, with a fab apartment and feel challenged everyday to experience something new. Thats all swell and grand, but am I changing as a person?  Do I continue on this journey to find my purpose in life or succumb to the fact that the present is unsatisfying because life itself is unsatisfying? Falling back into old habits of living the future, I daydream constantly about places that I have never been to. I want to see it all. I want to experience it all. I want to be fabulous, genuinely, earth shattering-ly fabulous. Then and only then will I be ‘happy’. Until then I will hold on to my daydreams for dear life and pray this 20 page paper writes itself.

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