July

The closer my birthday gets the stronger my realization becomes. I still haven't figured out what the hell I wanna do with my life. Every year I get depressed in July. I start thinking about my options and make resolutions that the coming year is definitely gonna  be the corner stone of a new me. A new life, a happy and successful one. Then, I forget. I go back to what I am used to, what's easy and forget!!

Maybe I haven’t found my “thing” yet and maybe I lack motivation. And maybe, just maybe, I am wasting my life searching for reasons to avoid admitting the simple fact that I am lazy.

And most of the time I don’t care what the reason is, it doesn’t matter really. What really matters is that I am almost 27 and I haven't figured it out yet.