Complacency

It's strange to be complacent in life. I do not think I'm where I want to be, yet still I live every day the same. Studying a subject I'm not sure I like, essays handed in late and hours wasted, procrastinating through late nights. Working a retail job I hate, but not really I just wish there was more, a place for me. Finding purpose is hard, but finding cause to take action is harder. Complacency kills, yet I feel ungrateful to have so much but enjoy it so little.