/lit/ - Literature

Whenever I take interest in some new skill I always feel like a fraud who is desperately trying to become better at something that he will never even be decent at in a futile attempt to find some new connection to people. The skills I developed as a teenager did little to prepare me for any challenges that I would meet in adult life. I realize I'm still young (early twenties), but I still have no direction or ambition to base the rest of my life on.

I know many people on this website can relate to some or all of this. How did you escape these feelings? Can it be escaped? Is my own acknowledgement of my self-awareness actually a form of unself-awareness? What am I missing?

I sometimes joke with people that I only managed to graduate high school by writing good essays. I did write well when I was younger but I'm afraid now that my ability hasn't developed beyond a 12th grade level. Maybe I can go back to school and try to master what I was once considered good at. I'm just trying to salvage some piece of me from within that I can form a living, breathing man with.