Today I am, perhaps, stupidly eager to be productive. Every second of my life I worry if I’m using it effectively. Is this normal? What is normal? Do we want to be normal? I’m pretty sure normality isn’t what I crave, for I’m forever attempting to stand out. I want to make myself known. Blending into the background is something I’ve continuously avoided. My stomach feels empty. Forget those moments of insecurity. We’re often all phased with the fear that if we don’t ‘fit in’ then we will be persecuted. I have had my fair share of persecution for this very reason. However, I still aim to continue in my bid to become something more than them. Something with substance. I don’t want to be ’normal’, for normal is just a setting on the washing machine. That reminds me of a productive thing I must do with my precious hours today; put the washing on. Oh, the joys of life in it’s entirety. I will write a ‘to do’ list. How I revel in the feeling I gain from ticking each bullet point off as I accomplish my daily duties. I mustn’t waste a moment. Life is ever so precious. If I want achieve my goals I mustn’t hesitate. I must ignite my belief in something more. In who I am. In belief itself.
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