I remember a few years ago, entering high school I was so full of ambition and inspiration from my surroundings. Throughout the first year (of a point in my life that promised nothing except tv drama like events to happen to me) my passion for doing what I love grew. I began my Instagram blog @prideofthehumans, followed by manifesting an online presence under the name of Rico Pride. I was in heaven. Nothing could stop me, not even my recent break up. The daunting year of 11th grade came along and my life, particularly my motivation, went downhill. I had created these standards that did not need to be reached but I strived to reach them. Once I got there, I moved the bar up again, and this viscous cycle has followed me until now. Some days I want to log out of my accounts and say "peace out." But I've worked so hard to get to where I am today to let it all go. I have so much work left to accomplish, to change in this world before I sign out. Throughout the cycle that pushed me beyond what I could handle, I started to become beyond obsessive with being "successful." Sadly I never knew that I would never reach success because that bar was always being set to the next level by me. Now as I right this, I feel torn between signing out or being active. I feel very stuck in my life. The days are slipping by and I am not happy with where I am right now and I fear that I will never be happy. I've lived so many blessed days that other people can only dream to experience, and to me it's just another day. I'm not sure what will make me happy anymore. Do you know what will make you happy?
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