I feel curbed. Limited.
Can I fail in the womb of perceived success?

The day you start living
everyone else's life but your own,
Stop..pause...catch the next bus out.
Compromise is the worst poison
you can inject in your life.

Bitching purges.

"Yet all experience is an arch where through
Gleams that untravelled world,
whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life.

Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."

Statement of life and yet I have been unable to follow the path...so far.

"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying."
Woody Allen, not me.

I feel like a Hope Junkie.....
What else is there?

'A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years'

Another long day....is it really worth it??!