You Can Go Your Own Way

Write about finding your own way:

I see chaos. Constant chaos. It fills my room up. There are post-it notes everywhere with written words that repeat itself on a planner. I have clothes that are being washed. They come out of the dryer, and they need to be folded. I have finished the reading for today's class. In two days, the next one will be due. I have just finished a paper, another one will be due in two weeks. I have not caught up with reading a book I wanted to finish for myself. I tell myself I will finish it soon. 

I cannot bear to look at the time. I see the clock out of my peripheral vision and swear that a half hour could not have passed yet. It is now 2 in the morning. I need to go to bed, I am so tired. There is so much work that could have been done. There is so much I have already accomplished, but there is so much left. There will continue to be more chaos. 

All the while I am wondering when I can sit down, and have a full day to do whatever I would like to do. Do those days exist anymore? Are they merely a figment of my 10 year old self's imagination? Where have those days, where have those times gone?

What is this all for, if I don't know yet. I don't know what I'm doing all this for. I'm driving, I'm walking, I'm talking, I'm typing, I'm writing, I'm studying, I'm analyzing, I'm participating, I'm caring, I'm trying. I'm living, but I don't know what for. But I'm breathing.

And so I choose these moments as apart of waking up each day. And so a path will have to form at some point in time. My own way will have to form at some point in time, right?