I was in my friend’s car when the topic of cynics came up. Well, not cynics per se but more so the questions we get for the effort we make.

Where do I start? What do I do next? Am I living in a fantasy world that I carve for myself? Do you really see that the things I do will go no where? Do you really think that what I’m doing will amount to little, if anything. How do I be great? Where do start? What do I do next? I start from I know, and go to places I can see. Is that enough? I don’t think so. But where do I start? What do I do next?

I know they say that the road I chose is a lonely one…often lined with people who will question your ability to finish the race, or perhaps even question if you’re on the right track to begin with, They say that it’s like a dark road that brightens only at the finish line…a line no one can see.

I have a dream. Where do I start? What do I do next?
Does not knowing where mean I shouldn’t start at the only place i know?

I feel more lonely now more than ever. There are so many things running in my head that even when my closest friends ask me how things are going i just say they’re fine…

there are too many things on my mind, too many things keeping me thinking all the time…and i think i’m just getting used to them being there.

Good night