Recently, I've felt that my life is in standby mode. Each repetitive day comes, goes, and comes again. College and work is set down like a template in my life, a shell of something that could be much better. It's like I'm building a house, a nice house. The framework has been put up, nothing else, I just don't seem to be getting around to finishing it. The interior needs to be completed and I've still got to put in all the things that make a home, a home. What's built simply keeps me out of the rain, it isn't embellished; there is no flair, no depth. It's like trying to dive into a refreshing mountain pool, and yet somehow not getting fully submerged.
"Hope is comfort, if not relief"
-Matthew Perryman Jones-
