Drifting

I'm thinking too much as always.  I can't say it's heavy stuff, but feels hopeless a little more often than not.  I"m starting to think how are things work the trouble, but the thing is, why do  I view it as trouble?  Why do I think its hard?  I know living isn't easy, but its not like i can quit.  It must be the spoiled brat in me.  Deep inside I would love to think that I'm better than this, but ultimately I remind myself I'm not.  I want to think I can be more, but why be more? I'm not worth the effort.  I'm trying to think now that for my wife, I need to keep going.  For the children we'll have, I need to be better.  Like before I guess.  I have family that I should make proud.  I guess its not too late.

I'm not focused enough though.  Not on my work, not on anything.  I feel like I'm drifting and just waiting for thing to crash into me.  Good or bad,  I'm just going to see what happens next.  I don't feel any desire anymore.  I do have goals, like i want to own a home, but nothing is driving me to get it.  I want to finish the poem i started back in December, but I haven't even looked at it for a little over a month.    I been wanting to go to the ocean and hang out at Venice Beach, but with no real reason to be there, why do it?  As always, I'm talking myself out of things.  Eh, i'm rambling. 

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