A Life at that

I'm living in what months ago I had professed as a " A life long Lived". This life Lived as it is, short and supple, has proven to be nothing short of anything. I'm young, childish and what some may call restless.

In all my living I have come be...Ashamed if you will of my own "Discontent". Knowing no open road, I seem to wonder aimlessly among those that have paved their own before me. This world knows no shortage of dreamers. To me, there are only two kinds of people when speaking on this subject: Those who dream and follow their mystic's to amazing heights, in other words, the successful, and then there are those who just can't figure their wayward dreams to paper. I, like many others, have plenty of dreams, plenty of hopes and wishes, but pinning them down is sometimes more difficult then what it sounds.

I'm in a restless mood. I'm in a restless life. Living has become an adventure on it's own. Those of us whom live with this ocean spinning and turning within, we all know to well that life is nothing set, nothing permanent and we all learn to live with that of not living.

My long winded and lame point to this cryptic story is that of a happier note then that of what has been purveyed: I am restless, not dead, not unliving, not without goals and heartache. I want to become something with someone, somewhere sometime, will my tides allow me such liberties? Will I become untied from within?

Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of
progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.
Thomas A. Edison