"I don't know what I'm doing," he says, as if there's something wrong with that statement. The truth is, none of us knows what we're doing and we're doing fine. Or as fine as we can do. He says that he's getting himself into so much but all these expectations that he has seem to just build up and he can't stop it. That is what happens: expectations build upon expectations. When you half-heartedly hit one of them, you build one more upon it. And another. And another. Then you've a whole mountain of expectations to fulfill and to climb, just so you can place just one more. You tell yourself that's the last one, but it never is.
The only solution I can see is to think less. To probe less. To go on with life not worrying. Or having one single goal, just an expectation to fulfill. Goals are like expectations for yourself (the worst kind). The other expectations that others conferred upon you can dangle at the sides while this one weighs heavily on your crown. She says that that is a trap, that that stifles you and stops you from enjoying what life truly can be.
So he says he can't keep it together. And I know I can't keep it together. And actually, she can't but she doesn't want to think about it.
And we are all the same person. Me. And who should I choose to be?