You know that feeling when you walk into a room with the intention of doing something or grabbing something, but as soon as you enter the room you cannot, for the life of you, remember what you were going to do or get? I feel like I'm perpetually living through that feeling. It's like I walked into the room of adulthood and now I cannot figure out what I was supposed to do here. It's like at one point, I must have known what I needed to do when I got here, but time, society, and self-doubt have faded my once clear intentions. Is there any chance of remembering my purpose in this life? Or am I doomed to walk through life aimlessly, hoping I'll eventually remember?
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.