reflections

As I lay here in the bed I grew up in, with an incredibly full stomach, I wonder how it is that we lose track of our lives so easily. I can't say that 5 years ago I thought this is how my life would be. If I were to take stock of my life at the moment, I'd most likely find that I'm behind schedule. How did that happen?

Somehow everything in my life is changing and I have lost track of every little nüance. Am I supposed to feel more in the loop? Some days the things we are taught to work for seem so trivial, other days I feel compelled to find my place in life. I suppose as a child we all just assume growing up is easy. Well it's not, it's a hard, confusing, slow process that you often lose sight of.