somewhere

Goals of some sort. A direction to move forward. Hell, even take a few steps back. However, there has to be a point. An agenda achieved. A hope flustered over.

At least right now. I need more goals. I need to get somewhere. I need a driving point. It helps me alleviate the pressure of my question of existence. It releases the feelings of complete nihilism.

I've been very tired of late. My body has been just worn out. And after looking back over the past year that created this weariness, I realized, or have somewhat felt, that I didn't have a solid point of achievement. I did definitely achieve such things I never thought I would ever achieve, but there was no over-arching goal that I sought to accomplish. I was not fighting for one particular thing. My hands were in too many jars.

So I guess as this summer will placate a little rest and leisure, I'll begin my next year a bit more goal-oriented. A bit more focused. I have some things this summer I want to get accomplished. Some of these things are very trivial like actual accrue a bit of savings. Then of course their are career achievements that I hope to endeavor upon. Then of course you have to factor in the personal, the nitty-gritty state of being changes. The opportunities or the decisions that you(I) have to work on one's self. A change of me.

I've been here almost two damn years. New York City. It's been hard. It's been so good. I do not feel any bit steady. I don't feel in any way anchored. I feel more lost than I've ever felt. But hopefully, with some sanity, I can focus my vision and aim for a general succession of progression.


Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
Remoy Philip