I know that there comes a point when we realize our own mortality. For some it is an epiphany occurrence, when we look at ourselves as if for the first time and realize that the youthful persona has indeed faded, only to be replaced by a weary worn face and tattle tale signs of speckled grey.

I have to wonder…are all of the good years behind me, are they gone? I look upon what my efforts have gained and I wonder if anything is really worth it. I want to get back to the basics, at one point and time all that I wanted was to be happy…when did I trade that in for two cars, and house full of furniture, and obligations up the kazoo? In some respects I am disappointed in my accomplishments, in others, I know I should be grateful and proud, but I still can’t help it…I am not happy, and “that” defines me more than anything else.

I don’t know what to do…How can I be expected to hold things together for others if I can’t even hold them together for myself?