The pressure from others telling you that one day, one day you will amount to something big. That they see you making it, being the rich guy in the end.
It makes you think way to much. I have always wondered what I would end up doing to finally say I was at the point, when everyone would finally be right. When people would stop telling me that I am to good to be where I am now. That I should be making and doing more with myself.
Maybe I allow others thoughts of me guide me to much. Maybe I am not meant to do this great thing as they have said I would.
With so many possibilities of what ever it is that I could do, how do we pick just one to make it work the best. Being the analyzer that I find myself to be, I always pick apart them anyways showing myself the possible errors that could occur. The double edge to the sword.
If anything, I wish people would have told me to just be happy with life. With everything else in the world. With everything else in the end.
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