My bed's not made up every morning. My room's in a mess. Board the wrong bus. Phone's usually not charged when I'm heading out. Stood in front of a cashier counter without any cash. I don't even bother if I'm wearing an inside-out sock anymore.
Responsibilities. Burdens. Concerns. Doubts. Empathies. Fatigue.
Is this the peak of my potential? Or is this where I'm at my lowest and weakest?
I don't think a leader would seek for sympathy.
Instead he should search for himself in times of adversity.
I'm lost. But I'm actually glad I feel like a wanderer at this present moment.
Pardon my naive honesty.