Thinking too much.

Hey. I'm not gonna kill myself, I just wanna talk. I've been thinking about my future, or lack there of. My childhood scars start to heal every so often, leaving me to contemplate what I should do next. Should I sell everything and become a drifter? Should I go back to selling drugs? Should I stay on the tight and narrow and get a 9-5 job and 2.5 kids with a wife and a house from the 1950's? When your life isn't about your death or the dates the bring you closer to it, what is your life? I'm just feeling a little lost.

 

Try reading some western and eastern philosophy texts. They might be helpful.