Everyone But Me Is Trying To be A Billionaire
These days, I am wondering if I am doing too little or too much. I am wondering if I am on the right path or the wrong path, else, why am I at a crossroad attending my wedding with hopelessness? Dee, everybody is either trying to be a billionaire or travel at large, living their best life. Then, there is you that is under attack by anxiety, struggling to pick a place for an internship, pretty much broke and shy away from being broken.
These days, there are a hundred shades of grey between black and white. And that means nothing is as black and white as it seems. While everyone appears set, I am avoiding ungratefulness that places bill-on-air, that tendency to feel undeserving of breathing. That should count for something. Whilst people are building grand dreams and living the ‘IT’ lives, I am staying afloat and hoping that counts for winning. The days when I don’t stalk the people with seemingly well-put- together-lives, I bask in the euphoria of God’s word: Jeremiah 29:11 and 33:3. Also, reminding myself there are no set timelines to doing this life, so I should treasure the piece that I hold till the bigger picture makes sense.
These days, whilst everyone wants to be a billionaire, I sit still and untie this knot of uncertainty, bit by bit. And that is fine.
