Sometimes I Just Feel Im Not Enough. Like, Will I Ever Be Good In Some Profession In The Future? Will

Sometimes I just feel im not enough. Like, will i ever be good in some profession in the future? Will someone really like my job? What if, no matter what i do i just end failling in the end?

reading about random things. educating yourself on cultures that died ages ago. excitement in learning new languages. having a cup of hot coffee/tea on a rainy sunday morning. staying up late to finish reading that one book. quoting shakespeare for no specific reason. listening to slow music while doing school work. singing your favorite song off key when no one is watching. smiling at animals. wearing clothes that makes you feel comfortable. laying on bed after a long tiring day. late night drives on empty roads. complimenting strangers. helping an elderly person to cross the road. hugging your best friend. smell of earth after rain. making others laugh. holding hands. 

I want to live more, I want to experience new thinks, I want to create outstanding memories. I really don't want to wake up in my fortys, sad, depressed, alone and regreting my youth years. I realise I rather be sad after experiencing a lot of emotions, than to be sad after doing nothing at all

drink tea you’ve never tried, reread your favorite book, get up to watch the sunrise, write a letter, listen to the birds, knit a bad sweater, bake an ugly cake, sing at the top of your lungs, jump crazily to some music. feel, really feel life without any restrictions, no matter the size. 

I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself — as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but l'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

Be the kind of person you want to meet. Make the kind of book you want to read. Just make the best you can with your life with the resourses you have, don't give up