Everyone keeps on telling me to non worry, that I'll figure things out too I'm doing fine for my age. But what people don't empathize is that I don't desire to live on fine. I dread falling into the spectrum of fine. Being fine is my biggest fear.
Fine implies I'll never accomplish anything newsworthy, I'll never live on someone's inspiration, I'll never live on that rags-to-riches story. Fine equates to existence lower middle course of teaching at best fifty-fifty afterward spending my adolescence grappling amongst existence inwards the working class. Fine suggests that I volition never fulfil accomplish my dreams. Fine hints that I volition proceed struggling, proceed existence envious of individual else, proceed being... this way.
In essence, doing fine way living amongst mediocrity, existence satisfied amongst the fact that I'll solely rest ordinary too passable my whole life. I actually don't desire to live on fine. I'd abhor to live on on my deathbed reflecting on the life built upon a string of just fine.
“You drinkable a fiddling besides much too drive a fiddling besides hard. And yous become abode to a mutual frigidity bed too think, ‘That was fine.’ And your life is a long business of fine.†— Gillian Flynn
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