Currently I feel trapped in my parents house. Sure they are feeding me and taking care of me, but I want more...I don't want a job because I don't see the point of living the game that everyone else does. I want to fly by the spontaneity of life's current. The medication I am on sedates me and I just need to get out. Like a bird leaving the nest, I need to jump...and soon.
Existence is the biggest contradiction there is. There are no absolutes.