The longer I stay in the place, the more and more I think I’m not doing what’s right for me…

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“Watched a graffiti documentary last night… It just brought up all these feelings about so many things in my life and boy[relatively speaking], and… just wanting to do something big in my life.. You know? And just how graffiti for people is therapy, it’s a passion, it’s a lifestyle. and I feel like I’ve lost that and that scares the shit out of me…”

I wonder what I’m doing here, what keeps me here, even though I know the answer: My job. And how crazy, or irresponsible it would be to just up an leave, and I know the answer to that too: Very. Something is pulling me though and it’s stronger every day. And I feel a breaking point off on the horizon. There’s a gut feeling when something is right, when something is wrong, and when something is worth going after.