I've come to the same conclusion nearly every month. 

The thought will flicker through my head every now and then.

 It's a them that here at Musings, we are very familiar with.

Which is, I should write more.

 

Life has been average. I've been reading about this AskReddit post whereby somebody asked "Redditors who believe they have 'thrown their lives away' where did it all go wrong for you?"

 Reading the comments made me feel so much better about things. The things I worry about aren't so bad after all. And the comfort I get from knowing that so many other people in this world, that look different than me, that grew up differently, has the same thoughts that I have. 

 Have the same worries and regrets that I have.

 I don't believe I have thrown my life away. I do wish I would've done a lot of things different in life. But had I not make the decisions that I have made, I wouldn't be the person that I am today.

 While I'm not entirely happy with myself in general. I think I'm learning to get there. To know that if things don't go well, it's okay. It's not the end of the world. 

I have so much life left to live. I shouldn't let society dictate how I should live it. I shouldn't feel bad that I haven't achieved things that other people have achieved. Fuck social media. Stop shoving information about other people down my throat.

I'm no young-in anymore. The creeping of time freaks me out and reassures me at the same time. 

 Waking up each day to realize that I still have to live the life I have right now, annoys me. I wake up each day slightly more frustrated than the day before. I lament the passing of time. I'm mad at myself for letting each day slip through my fingers.

At the same time, I'm glad that time is passing. Another day passing means a better future is coming each day. A day where Barry finally calms down and stops being the insane puppy that he is. A day where I am financially free. A day where I can start something I'm passionate about.

Each day is hopeful and frustrating at the same time.