I don’t have desires anymore. Is that weird?

The older I get, the less I’m sure of what I want. I mean, I do want some things – to attend concerts, to travel. But for the path of my life? No clue.

My thoughts for the next five years are a blank, to be honest. I don’t know what career I want. It used to be so specific, so clear in my head. I wanted to work for a magazine someday, to become Editor-In-Chief somewhere.

But I think that clarity, that burning wish is gone now. I dearly want to bring that passion back, because I think I’m a little lost without it. A writing professor once taught us that we should write when we feel strongly about something – whether that be hate or love. But I think, I feel like I don’t care so much about anything anymore, to pour myself out in writing for it.

I guess, I still have to search for it. For Christmas, maybe my wish is for a new dream in life. Something to work towards for. Till then — we’ll hold on.