I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I realize, I’m not satisfied.
I look at my life and decisions that I’m making, stupid, stupid decisions, and I am terrified. I scare myself. I wish I could go back, but as time goes on, we are ever pressing forward. I feel like I was happier when I was sad, content with discontent.
I had a friend who tattooed herself “made for more,” because God created us for more than this. We crave. Is this where my dissatisfaction is coming from? I don’t know what could satisfy me. Of course God could. And He should, but I’ll never have enough of Him.
I don’t know how to be normal. And I know normality doesn’t really exist. But really, where am I?