Curre, mi fili
T his semester has been strangely boring, and I know that sounds almost ridiculous when I look at everything that has happened because somehow I got an internship, somehow I became a coordinator of a club that I genuinely love, and somehow I am doing all the things that I thought would make me feel like I was finally moving somewhere. On paper, I should probably be happy with myself, and maybe I am, somewhere underneath all of this, but there is still this strange dissatisfaction that I cannot really explain because I keep achieving things and yet I do not feel like I am actually living any more than I was before. Maybe I ran too far. I think somewhere between trying to build a career, trying to do well, trying to be useful, trying to become someone I could be proud of, and trying to keep myself busy enough that I would never have to think about what I was missing, I somehow lost the people I was supposed to be doing all of this with. I kept running because running felt productive,...
