Where's the holiday spirit? The fabled joy that's said to take over each person, helping them overcome each obstacle?
Once in a while I stop and realize I don't exactly have a purpose. Yet - some would say. I dare say they are wrong. They usually haven't got the slightest idea of what is going on. There are times when, after walking forward to something that seems the thing I'm after for so long I stop, frozen, just before I reach my goal; realizing it's not what I wished for. There's something more, something crawling inside.
Why can't we just stop? Why do we have to want more, more, something that in the end doesn't satisfy us? C