Lost

I wake up everyday feeling lost.

The same questions ring in my head the moment I open my eyes every morning.

Over and over again.

What is it that I'm doing with my life? Where am I heading? What is the point of waking up everyday?

For as long as I can remember, my life resembles an endless transition phase.

I'm always running between two places, between what I really want and the "greater good", between me and you.

But it never really went anywhere. I was just running in circles, holding on to all the pathetic make-beliefs.

Along the way, I've lost sight of the finish line. I've lost faith in believing that good things come to those who wait. I've lost hope that as long as I persevere, things will be different.

Most importantly, I've lost myself.

It's easy to keep running when you have a destination in mind. Not so easy when you're only running blindly in the dark without any trace of light at the end of the road.

I'm finally tired. I can't run anymore.

I just can't.

I've lost everything that I am, and now I'm just lost.