Questions... No Answers

Is there a point, or is it pointless?

- This blog?
- This enterntainment?
- This breath?
- This love?
- This life?

Is it absolutely necessary for me to do anything of merit?

Do I have to do something to avoid mediocrity?

Why is there this obsession, this fear of mediocrity?

Why do I feel this incredible need to do something huge?
- The need to be someone important?

There is this pull,
some force that tells me I am meant for so much more than this.
Like I was made to be something different.
Someone important.

And if this force is not just in my head,
then why the hell do I feel so completely useless?
Like I've done nothing with myself and time is so against me?

I want to revolutionize.
What? I don't know yet.

Something belongs to me.
Something in me makes me different.
Something in me aches to do something incredible.

Something fantastic.

And yeah, this blogging totally helps...
It's just me wasting time again.
I need to get to work...