(via malankool)Source: masscracc
It’s hard for me now, remembering the person I used to be. I was 18 and so sure I would change the world. I was determined never to settle. By this point, I wasn’t supposed to be working for anyone. I was supposed to be out there, doing what I love and doing it in my way. But three years have passed and I haven’t reached that goal. I’ve barely scratched the surface. Somewhere along this path, I’ve lost something in myself. Something vital. The drive that encouraged me to keep pushing. I’ve settled in. I’ve become content and complacent. I’ve aged, I’ve become weak. I guess it took so much work just trying to stabilize and get to the point of making it that I began just striving for that instead of what I always dreamed of. Then when I finally reached that goal, I stopped. It became enough. And that is the point at which I failed myself. This is the point at which I began turning that failure around.