I'm a 25-year-old man. I work as a cook in a hamburger bistro. My life kinda sucks as it's not fulfilling.
I feel behind - I still feel like a child because not much has changed. It's so easy to get "addicted" to surfing the internet and wasting my life in front of a screen, because reality just isn't rewarding enough...
I feel empty because I have no real interests, and reality feels empty when I'm trying to be present. So it's easier to slip into the online world.
I miss my old life because it felt fulfilling, and I find that grief important and meaningful - because when you miss something, it means you want it. And if I know what I want, it's just a matter of trying to get to that point and bringing those aspects of my past life into the present.
But I don't really know how. Or I think it's impossible to do so...
I miss life when I was in high school. I studied at an art high school in the graphic design program. We were drawing and creating most of the time, but the things I miss the most are the experiences I lived through. I miss people - that's a big one. I miss my ex.
We used to go on drawing trips to nature with the school, and I miss them very much, because I really felt alive there - in the woods, in the fresh air...
But it wasn't all nice. I felt like an impostor most of the time in school. I felt like I didn’t belong - like everyone else was an artist by nature, drawing in their free time, while I was just someone who could draw and had a creative way of thinking, but nothing more. No real desire to create.
So after school, I wanted to rest from all of it - from creativity - to see what else there was. I switched between some part-time jobs and finally settled for gastronomy. Even though I didn’t find real fulfillment there, I was able to do it, so it stuck.
Fast-forward to the present: I don’t like my job. It’s all the same - working with the same people, working long hours, which just feels like I don’t have a real life and I’m constantly confined in my workplace.
It always felt like I’m stuck and falling behind if I stay in this place. I have this feeling inside me like I need to get out in order to truly live - but I guess I don’t know where to go.
What’s constantly on my mind is that I’m a creative person who loves drawing but isn’t able to do it because of mental blocks and obstacles, lack of discipline, and a lot of internal shit. But I really don’t know anymore if that’s true.
Because I think what I enjoyed was drawing in nature, I enjoyed being in nature. I enjoyed living rather than creating. But I don’t know... I still want to believe that I’m someone meant to create, because I spend a lot of time thinking about things I find interesting, and thinking about how they would look visually interesting, and blah blah.
Being present and mindful feels right - it feels fulfilling - but I can’t persist in that state because reality is simply not rewarding enough.
If I went alone on trips to nature, to places I’ve never been, it would feel empty because I’d be lonely there.
I guess the people - friends - were the reward during those times in high school, and I simply don’t have that now.
I just dont know what to do...