Journal dominator2010's Journal: and it just keeps getting weirder

Heath Ledger Dead at 28

Much too frequently has my mortality been brought to light. Aside from the work thing today I found myself asking the question, "what really makes me, me?"

Is it or isn't it the way I look, the way I act? Is it only my dna? It's something I can't comprehend all at once. I also look to when I was a teenager and who my idles were. The things they accomplished by the time they were my age now. I can't live up to them. I have to live up to myself, but it never seems to be enough.

I have found myself searching for new goals, which is a good sign that I finished what I set out to do. It's scary though because it brings me to asking what's next. I'm not sure.