I haven’t posted or created much in a while, this saddens me but it had been busy times. Hang in there with me, soon I will have the time and soon I will be motivated. It is an essential part of my being.

We are not free, we are bound by the sky.

We are not invincible, we are limited to one life.

Throughout our years we have to ask why?

What makes these restrictions, this life, worthwhile?

and I go about my daily routine, go about my typical day, so on and so forth. I’m on autopilot. I’m no where close to where I want to be. I hate what I’m doing. I hate my selfish needs, and wants. Hate my anxiousness, my restlessness, and reluctance.

Most of all what I hate, is that I hate. Is that I can’t be satisfied with what I’ve got going for me, that I can’t look on the bright side or be optimistic. That I don’t believe anything I tell myself, and that everyday I feel like a complete stranger to myself. Everything I do or try, inevitably I feel failure.

I don’t want to live in this outer-body experience for the rest of my life.