I'm not who I meant to be.
As human I was born with all this potential. In theory I could become anything I wanted in my own mind; and yet, I'm not who I meant to be.
I never intended to be famous or popular, strangely enough. All I've ever wanted is to be interesting and to be doing things. I want to make a statement. And yet the exact corporate terror that I criticize is what I wish to achieve.
Most of all, I'm not doing anything. Absolutely nothing at all. I'm the perfect product of a small pond and I'm not reaching outside. I'm not doing anything worth mentioning to anyone. I'm not speaking out or skilled enough at anything to be who I planned to be.
If me five years ago saw what I was doing today I would be so disappointed. I thought I would have something more to show then a couple photos and a crease in the sofa.
But what terrifies me most is I will never be who I meant to be. I'm going to continue this typical path through my pathetic life all the way until I finish my typical corporate job and die. I'm painfully, uselessly, average.
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)