Adulthood sucks
I have everything I've ever wanted, minus a steady band, and it's fucking boring.
If this is what success feels like, I'd rather go back to being a broke 20 year old with a guitar.
I played the game. Great job, nice house, oodles of disposable income. I checked off all the boxes. I feel static. I feel blah.
Don't get me wrong, it's a comfortable life, it's the life you're supposed to reach for, but my fire has gone out. I actually miss being kind of moody and argumentative. There was fire. There was passion. There were things to fight and fight for.
This is what society thinks you should strive for? This is complacency. This is autopilot. This is fucking bland and boring.
I'm ready to set this soul on fire, make stupid mistakes for unforgettable memories, stay up all night looking for shooting stars, even though I have to be up at 6AM. I have one life, and I'm not content to just survive or hit the marks. I'll be more upset on my deathbed by the things I didn't do. The things I really dreamed of doing.
Stability and security is for the birds. Fuck the birds.