I have this problem, you see.

It's that I only get this one life,

And I must live it to the fullest without cutting my time short.

We get this one. This one only.

It's precious -- the odds of even being born are unfathomable.

I must make choices,

and live with those choices.

I live with the burden and worry

That my choices are not the optimal choices.

I live worrying that I was made for something other than what I chose.

I live every day wondering the reason I was put on this earth,

And spend my days searching for what that reason is.

Maybe my biggest fear is not asphyxiation.

Maybe, it is not finding my meaning.

I then have another problem:

I can't live life trying to figure out why I'm here,

For I'll miss out on living.

So I go on living.

Soaking in every second I get; making the most out of every situation.

All the while I am living, I make my choices,

But some choices leave me with regret.

I have regret.

It is a feeling I wish onto no one,

But it is a part of life that I am forced to accept.

There is no rewind.

No redo.

I wonder if I am spending my time wisely;

Spending my time the way God intended;

Spending my time the most effective and efficient way possible.

I have this problem, you see

Where I worry and overthink.

I think a lot about my career.

I love the path I am on,

And people tell me I am good at what I do,

But I have other notions inside me.

Maybe this is what I love to do,

But what I need to do is something else.

Maybe I don't actually love what I do.

I don't know.

I am at a crossroads.

I have absolute power over my future at this very moment,

And I am afraid of messing it up.

I am afraid that I will miss opportunities,

That I am wasting my time and money,

That I was meant to do something greater than where I am headed.

And so I wonder:

Am I headed down the right path?

I have this problem, you see.

And I'm not quite sure how to solve it.