I often wonder if I am the only person who feels like my life is in perpetual transition. It never feels like real life. Its just purgatory life. Waiting for the next level, the next step, in process, still loading.
When I was in High School this feeling was exciting. My life was in waiting but it was about to embark on the most fabulous journey of self discovery and expression and I had nothing to lose but time. Then college rolled around and ended up not really being what I though it would be. All the insecurities, fears and all around disappointments with the world manifested in such a horrifically overwhelming tornado I almost wish I could forget most of it.
The odd thing is, nothing happened in my life thus far that would sound truly integral to my current disillusion with life. Just a series of small disappointments that skew the entire path of your life further and further away from optimism. The only thing you have left is hope. Hope that whatever fire in you still exists enough to pull you back on track.
