With so much going on in the world today, I wonder about what everyone is after but when they get it they seem to still be unsatisfied. Stability. As a struggling young stylist trying to make in the big city I spent months and years in a financial panic wondering if I will ever have what I didn’t know I wanted. Financial, emotional and mental stability. To be able to pay the rent, to be in a loving, care-free relationship. To wake up not worried or stressed out about anything. That was my dream for so long. Now I feel like I kinda finally have it, but where is the happiness? Where is the feeling of joy and peace and contentment that is supposed to come with stability? Instead, I’m feeling bored, restless and slightly annoyed with myself and the world. Is that all there is? Is this what my life has become? Will I be sitting with this man watching TV for the next 50 years? And there it is again, my old friend… panic.
