My life is extremely problematic.
I can find myself in situations that are so complex nobody can even begin to help. Mother Nature wouldn’t listen, God would be out of sorts from the chaos, and even Life and Death would be trembling. They are problems that shoot higher than mankind’s greatest works. Even the first blueprints of the wheel in this hypothetical situation would be shattered.
Teenage angst apparently always starts with these kinds of dilemmas, which is why teenage life is the most overwhelming thing to go through. There’s no stop to it either. You can be working on a mathematical problem and this existential crisis surrounds your mind. What later awaits you in life, what’s going to happen after this moment and the moment after?
My personal struggle is about acting and the constant dreams of being successful or everything below. Arguments never occur in my family on this topic, and I’m grateful that I have my parents’ complete support in wanting to become a stand-up comedian. It’s either rare or lucky that I’m in this position.
I am going to enjoy the rejection I have to face trying to become a comedian. There’s simply no way around it: to succeed in show business you have to suck at it first. I might be at the bottom now but I can see myself five years from now being 15 rings away from the top.
At least in five years I shouldn’t still be worrying that my problems exist solely because of being a teenager.
Maybe time is the only solution to everything that’s been happening. I have to be patient and hope for the best. I guess that’s true about anything in life.