The highlight of my summer thus far is volunteering as a camp counselor for a week at Camp Cuyamaca in East San Diego County, an annual charity camp funded by […]
I found this photograph while surfing the internet today. It hit me hard and fast.
I have always felt imprisoned, I had realized that the source of my frustrations spawn from me and me alone, yet I have never realized, in one succinct sentence, just what trapped me.
It makes sense.
I believe I am destined for greatness, and thus each day I spend bored, unaccomplished, and watching the hours tick away I die a little more inside. At the same time, I don’t try as hard as I can or should. I rely excessively on faith, on the vague belief that I will accomplish something one day, that I will not fail.
Thus I am trapped by the hope of escape, and merely hoping. I am trapped by a wish that overwhelms me so much that it has caused me to do nothing but wish.
AI believe help will come one day. I keep waiting for miracles