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My quarter-life crisis isn't really that exciting. I'm more than halfway through my 25th year on this Earth. I've figured out what direction I want to go in. Now all that remains is finding out if I have the drive and, just as important, the talent to actually make it happen.
I don't know which scares me more -- the thought of trying and failing, or the thought of not trying at all.
thespian86 raises an interesting point -- are those dedicated to the arts doomed to a sort of perpetual existential crisis? Some might call that inspiration, or the muse. The thought simultaneously thrills and terrifies me.
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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