Why do I do what I do? Because I can never do enough.
Every since I was a child, I have been extremely fortunate. Life has been far from perfect, terrible at times, but I think I'm fairly fine now. Sure, in the midst of struggles and distress, I feel like giving up, but I always make it. I'm here right now right? One can look at the dark side of things and see life as an enemy that keeps stabbing them in the back. Every single day can seem like the lowest point in history, and the sun can seem like it never shines in this direction. But if you open your eyes, you might realize that all this was only because you were never paying attention. Wherever I turn, there is always something good to be thankful for, even in the most unsuspected times.
Life is short. A person can take this two ways. One can give up because it's not worth the effort. Or one can embrace this gift. Time is like gold: they are limited and they are extremely valuable.
While I have this time on earth, I need to make the most out of it. There is so much I wish to do, yet it seems like the world spins much to quickly for me to keep up sometimes. I have things I wish to learn so that I can make a positive mark on the world, but I do not think the learning ever stops, nor do I ever want it to stop. Yet this begs the questions within me: Am I ready? Will I ever be ready? Do I need to be ready? Where do I go from here? This uncertainty kills me at times. I just want to be proficient in everything, even though I know this is impossible. Perhaps I am a perfectionist, but I hope that through this, I can be better equipped to handle the world and all its problems. And if I can do that, maybe I can figure out some of my own questions.