Accepting the Self

My entire life, I've been fighting who I am.

I exist in a world of contradictions: too smart to slack off, too much of a slacker to succeed, too passionate to bother but too blessed to not try. And try and try.

I feel like I live in a world without gravity; nothing is strong enough to pull me back home and yet I still go, day after day. Not because I want to, but because I don’t know any other way.

Do you ever just drive, willing yourself to turn at the next exit and book it out of here… anywhere, somewhere, anywhere new? I just want to be somewhere without people, without expectations that I don’t have to dash, without awareness, even, just dirt and sweat and real.