I am in my early twenties. I live in Vermont, it is a beautiful and calm place where people openly love the Earth. I love it here; it is what I see as a sanctuary from the majority of humanity. Yet, I feel stifled. I feel stifled everywhere I go. I am looking for a purpose, something to keep me stimulated…to know I am doing exactly what I should be doing. At the beginning of June a woman read my “chakra” and told me something that should have shut up my brain, which was “you are focused, you are on the right path, you are doing exactly what you are meant to be doing, just keep going…”
I am restless. I do not feel inspired to create and haven’t in a long time. I’m happy, but I could be more. I feel too big for the fishbowl, but I don’t know where the bigger body of water is or what, exactly, I’m looking for. I don’t want to resent anyone, be committed to anyone, avoid or be avoided by anyone, or idolize anyone. Something super strong is pushing me somewhere, but I see it as a blur and hear it as static…like something magical and fortuitous is going to plop itself at the foot of my bed and wait for me to wake up.
My friend Meghan feels restless, but boy is she pretty
