Another Thing About Living On The Edge (Crisis Con't)

You spend so much time dealing with the routine

take the cats to the vet

pay the electric bill

get to work on time

wash the dishes

shower!

get to bed before midnight

finish that project at work

eat?

make sure there's a system in place

find where to get medicine for cheap

pay off credit cards just enough

the list goes on and on and on

and when it does, it's really hard to stay on track of the more important things

my cats

Will

my family

my friends

my dreams

because so much time is spent picking up shards of broken glass, hoping you haven't left anything on the floor that will cut your feet later, that you forget why you're even in this place, why you ended up here, where you were hoping to end up.

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I came to California hoping to reconnect my life and do something meaningful. But is this meaningful? Am I making a difference? Is making the world a better place really what I'm supposed to be doing?

I feel like the older I get, the less I am able to handle. The less I know who I am. What I have more of is knowledge, truth, and will. And these things I hold onto because I know that when I cannot fight for my dreams, I can fight for the dreams of others. And that I will do courageously, honestly, and with great hope.

Maybe someday, I will have a dream of my own to fight for.