What Should I Do With My Life Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t say that I was sure that this was my life’s calling right now but it might be something close and I wanted to figure it out. --To be continued…

A stranger. What's wrong with my life?

She asks and I look away from her, wetting my lips before I speak, "Do you think I'm actually good at something?" "Good at something how?" She says and I sigh, "I don't know. I'm thinking about it now. I mean, everyone around me seems to have something they want to do. You want to go into law after this, and you seem to have this whole plan after college, but now that I think about it; I don't really have plans for after college including what I want to do. That makes me realize apart from you, my life has no other sense of direction and it's starting to bother me. "

Life is like a roller coaster of unexpected changes, you never know when it will hit you or when it will take over you, at this point, I feel like it had just hit me and is about to take over me but I won't let that happen. Life has done me a lot of bad, it's time I take control and decide on what it cannot do to me.

I am not a part of any of this. “Oh, no! I have nothing else to give to you. I have done enough.” I say and she nods in embarrassment. “I need to think about this. I’ll call you.” I say standing up and leaving her at the table. When I get outside I take a deep breath in and start walking home. It’s a long walk but I need the time to clear my head. I need to really think about what to do with my life going forward. What do I want?

I don’t know. I shake my head, exhaling as I close my eyes for a moment, letting the music settle into my bones. Someday, I tell myself. Someday I’ll have the kind of life that makes sense. A job that doesn’t make me want to throw my laptop out the window. A home that isn’t just a temporary pit stop between work and whatever half-hearted social event I force myself into. Someday, I’ll enjoy life instead of just existing in it. Or maybe I should stop reading all those self-help books and just accept that life is a mess.

Dramatically. Mine is such a story. It’s no sadder or deeper than anyone else’s. It’s just life, and I how I choose to respond to it, I have realized, is what really matters. When something unexpected comes your way, take a step back, take a look around at the whole picture, and decide how you’d like to respond. Watching someone else’s life pass is always more fun; you do not wish to sit and realize that yours has just not gone the way you have planned.

Sometimes, life hits so hard that, it feels like you are being fucked up by the life. Some situations are too messy, complicated and strangely suffocating that you might never know how to overcome it. Sometimes standing before the mirror, staring at your own reflection, asking yourself, " What did you actually do in your life?" If you are a good child who listens to your parents but somehow fucked up with your life, You will ask the same question " What did you do with your life? What did you do to end up like this?"

You can’t just idle and watch the most important person die right in front of you. “Give me a month to be with my uncle, then. Give me a month to have a normal life. A month to do all the things I want. After that, you can do everything you want to do with me,” I said bravely. To be honest, I have so much plans for Uncle and for myself. I want to graduate and do so many things. I want to build my own café, travel in every place I want, meet people and live a long ordinary life. But I guess I have to accept that that’s not the life meant for me. Fate has always been so cruel to me ever since. I should have never hoped that it would make everything better for me.

Sometimes, he feels like my whole fucking life. And, how can one not recognise life? How can one not live the life? How can I?