insufficient
there is nothing left to me -
I am against the wall, finished;
quivering with hope yet so unable
to believe in the improbability
of an uncertain future
what of the dream? and what
have I become while losing faith in it
and everything it ever meant to me?
still I long for it
again
on February 4th, 2008 at 5:21pm
Sucking it up and moving on, rather than wallowing in self pity, works best for me.
Failing that, just fake it until you make it. I know it’s cliched but, once again, it actually works.
on February 7th, 2008 at 3:49pm
This is not so much a “fake it till you make it” situation as much as a description of how I have reached the end of what I know to do. Because I lack the understanding of what to do next, it is impossible to fake.
And this is certainly not self pity. Rather, it’s a realisation that I’m at the bottom, longing for a better future.