Discarded Dreams

After 27 years of living, dreams have been borne and killed along the way. Somehow, does it all even matter? I guess you could say I'm having an existential crisis.

In order to survive, in order to be sane, somehow I have had to readjust goals and readjust my definition of who I am and what I really want. Somewhere along the way, I must have lost myself a million times, and maybe who I find after may not be who I started with at first.

Does it even matter? If I lose my grip, without inconveniencing anyone else, will it even matter?

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It's all right if you just want to be alone

It's all right if you just want to stay at home

I understand...I understand...I understand....

-- some obscure song whose lyrics I probably mangled

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