Are you living your life purpose — or still searching?
I haven’t a fucking clue what my purpose is.
I don’t have one unless ‘being mom’ counts. That’s pretty much all I have and I’m not even good at it. When my kids are grown and they leave home, I will have nothing. I don’t have anything that’s my own. Maybe I should get something, but again, no fucking clue what that would be.
Nope… no purpose. I guess I’m still searching, but it’s not exactly an active search. I don’t even know where to look. Trite as it sounds, maybe I’m supposed to look within myself. But it’s too fucking dark in there and I can’t see shit.
p.s. — Maybe my purpose is serving as an example of how not to be. Honestly, people, don’t be like me. I’m all wrong.