Transition

   So I'm starting a new blog, I had my old one 'Seven Grain Honey' from my travel days. I figured since I'm now back in Halifax, continuing on, a new chapter I should start up a new blog to get my thoughts down.
 I'm stuck. Completely stuck in an awkward point of transition in my life which I'm sure most of you are experiencing but in different ways, well.. we are different people so nothing is really the same. Relatable but  not the same.
 I find myself confused as to where my mindset should be at this point. I'm in third year, have a steady job, solid friendships and a family foundation the heavy weight champ of the world could lean on, that sucker is not falling down. I have this internal anxiety going through my body most of the time. Attempting to figure out my goals, huge life choices and weighing my options. I realize I have all the time in the world, at the same time do we really?
 There is constantly this rain of pressure amongst us, complete school, be rid of debt, become fully independent (thankfully I am), and start your 9-5, seven day a week job for the rest of your god for saken life. I however, have no desire what so ever to slap on a suit that I'll wear for the next 35 to life, continuing in a miserable state of obsolete passion, losing myself in a job that has no substance what so ever to who I am or what I'm about. Maybe it's because I'm 'an artist' or whatever the hell you want to base it off of. I also am not at all one to forget who I am and not be able to answer 'that question' during mid life crisis, 'What the hell am I doing?'.
  I'm lucky in regards to having the opportunity unlike most, to discover myself (how lame do I sound right now.. seriously).. through my art practice (if you will) and chosen secondary education. Most students have no time to focus truly on themselves and are so busy attempting to keep up that they smash face first into that lovely mid life crisis wall which is super funny to watch I would imagine BUT totally sucks to experience.
 I guess what I'm trying to get at here is, 'Why do we allow ourselves to forget our true passions in life to fulfil a stereotypical hollow form of success?'. Every aspect of life is based around the dollar bill amount at the end of the day, but is it really worth it if you forget who you are in the process...
 Some wisdom I learned this week from a close friend ' You can only depend on yourself for true happiness, the rest will follow'. (Hello horoscope writer in the future! Hollaaa)

Anyways, thats all I have to rant on about tonight..

The end.