Letter Series To My DR. WHOEVER

D/0001

                                                                                                Abuja, Anambra, Nigeria.

                                                                                                06-02-2019

DR. WHOEVER.

Earth.

There is an urgency I feel these days. I am not sure what to call it or how to describe it but it is a rush of anxiety capped with dissatisfaction and a sense of doing all the wrong things for all the wrong reasons. This is actually not the picture I saw in my head of my somewhat perfect adult life. It was a more exciting, more colorful picture. One that would allow me live life instead of just existing through life. Perhaps I need to read a bit of emotional intelligence or maybe something in a form of direction or motivation that is streamlined to my immediate environment.

Enough of the need-to-do’s. I want to do what I want to do. But what do I really even want to do? There’s always an ‘oh, don’t worry, you’ll figure it out’ moment, but I am not even sure if I am being heard at all. Do my dreams matter? What are the things that you think make me laugh? Am I nose-diving to an avoidable emotional crash?

The funny thing is that I am not as addicted to the idea of money as I thought I would be. At this point, I just want to be happy; genuinely happy.

Yours Sincerely,

Me