There’s beauty in originality, right? But what if we are all just faking it until we make something of ourselves. Climbing the corporate ladder, grinding for success, but what really is success? Money? Recognition? How do we know when enough is enough? The only thing I want to do in life is to discover me. Just me. The 9-5 job, the kids, the house, everyone does that. It’s like an unwritten law or something carved in stone. I’m not even 30 yet and I am already sick of it. Sick of the grind, the struggle, the ever loving fucking monotony of it all. I want something more, something unique, something I can claim, I just don’t know what that is yet. For now, there’s nothing wrong with faking it until you make it. The only thing I can claim I have found in life this far is love. And truthfully, if that’s the only thing I do find, I am happy with that.. I just want …more.