The inconvenience called life
I have nice hobbies, I like my job, and I love my friends and family. However, I wake up every morning feeling like absolute shit because I am shit. More specifically, a 24 year old underachieving piece of shit. There’s more I can do and I know it. My mantra: contentment and happiness are the enemies of progress and eventual greatness. As painful as it is, I wake up every morning making a conscious choice of pursuing the latter two than the former. At the stage of my life, it’s absolutely fine not to be happy. Why? Because I haven’t done anything deserving of happiness anyway. Work hard and work smart and maybe I will feel better about myself someday. I hope.