I first saw this quote while staying at the Kinlay House Hostel in Galway, Ireland. They had it written on the wall in their eating area, and I felt shivers when I read it.
I have an inspiration board on Pinterest dedicated to this, and many other quotes like it. I sing these mantras in my sleep:
Life is simple.
Live your dream.
Life is short.
And yet, here I sit in a basement apartment, working an internship I lack passion for, and spending my ‘free’ time working at a restaurant to pay my bills, and doing none of the things written on that board.
The funny part: if 16-year-old me saw this life from the outside she would think “Wow, that’s exactly what I want my life to be”.
Sure, by societal standards I’m doing really well: I have an internship at a world-renowned Ad Agency; work enough to support myself; live in a cute apartment in an affluent neighbourhood; have friends to go out with Saturday nights and enough money to decorate my cute apartment with stuff.
Isn’t this what I wanted? Isn’t this what I aspired to for so long? Isn’t this what I was working towards?
I don’t know anymore.
Because, when I read the quotes that inspire me, read the blogs of people that inspire me, and look at the pictures that inspire me, none of it is mirrored in my life.