Life's Greatest Mystery

What exactly am I meant to do in life? I have no idea. I just feel like it is bigger than I ever imagined.

It feels weird stating that, but it is true. I feel it all over my body. My head aches nonstop because my brain does not comprehend whatever this truth is and what actions are needed to fit it into reality.

Certainly, I sound like a crazy person. However, I have known for a while that I am not like most people.

From being a child to now an adult I have always had incredibly vivid dreams where I am fighting to save a group of people. Some of the people I recognize. Others I don’t.

I guess that could be interpreted as me trying to save different parts of myself. The thing is though, I am never ever the slightest bit concerned with myself in my dreams.

This is silly, but I cried today while watching The Avengers. When all the heroes joined together in Manhattan and began to fight for not their own existence, but for the survival of every living thing around them. I cried….

It made my problems seem microscopically trivial. I don’t want to worry about paying my bills, my dead end job, or even the pain I feel from my fractured ankle. Instead, I would rather be making a difference in peoples lives.

I almost envy everyone involved with The Avengers and movies alike because at least they get to pretend like they are saving the world. They are in a way, inadvertently saving us I guess. My inspiration has been rapidly diminishing yet today, The Avengers made it burn a little brighter….

That sounds stupid, but whatever. No one is forcing you to continue reading this.

Also, I need to mention that I am completely lucid as I am writing this at 4:15a.m.

The problem is that I enjoy and have a natural talent for many things. Jack of all trades.

I am a comedian, a poet, a dancer, a guitarist, a sketch artist, a photographer, an excellent listener, and fast learner. To name only a few. What the hell am I supposed to do with all of this?

If anyone can help me answer this question that has been weighing so heavy on my brain, it would be most appreciated.


Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.” Mark Twain