As I continue this journey called "Life", I find myself growing into the inevitable stress ball that so many of my family has fallen victim too. What the heck am I doing on this planet? I'm 19 and understand that this most probably is the same question asked by the majority of my peers, and whether the answer comes with age or not is over my head... because grasping things over my head also comes with age... I think.
Being content isn't an option. Graduating High School felt so freeing, until the the next week my parents started pressuring me with "Life goals", and asked all these questions that needed answers. My parents became part of my being, their wants became my wants. On top of that I already have high standards for myself. Life started to get hard, and I don't think I even know what "hard" means yet... or at least that's what my parent's tell me.
Your probably staring at a picture of shoes wondering what they're there for. Simple, I like the darn shoes. So far in my journey I have come across few things that really make me happy, and those shoes are one of them. Whatever the answer to life is, until then I will have to enjoy the little things, like my lovely nerve damaged family, or pictures of europe, or imported wine, or,... simple shoes.
I forgot to mention they cost $1,129.00.
Shoes: al bazar milano
Photo: The satorialist
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