Self-Conscious

I've never been one for "blogs" . I always figured they were some place for a lost soul to reach out in attempts to find someone to relate to...even in the most menial form. But now that I find myself in such a position as to reach across the global interweb, I suppose I can't speak adversely.
A lost soul can be so in may directions. the direction I find myself displaced is in the most simple, and thus the most frightening-the conscious. Being a "thinker" it is far beyond an idea to change this discomfort. It may require a self-revolution, an awakening, so called. But that's just the problem. One who suffers the discomfort of an uneasy conscious suffers the discomfort of an uneasy solution. Who is to provide such an anecdote to a soul? Who is to say, " follow these steps, and your mind will fall into place," no one but oneself. And therein lies the problem-you create this dilemma, you solve this dilemma, you are this dilemma.
Self-destruction at its finest is in the case of the unaware. The poor soul is one who should find itself one day, completely at odds with everything that person has taught itself throughout its seemingly "successful" career, or in other words, life. Albeit a poignant inner debate, is it worth the effort? This lapping of self-assurance?
Perhaps it's just a matter of "glass half full" or "glass half empty". Having written this, I cannot say