Pondering…

I sometimes wake up with aches and pains but, at least I wake up. I have seen better days but I have also seen worse. I do not have everything that I want but I do have all that I need. While I would certainly not say that my life is perfect, I am definitely blessed.

I have always believed that good things happen to good people yet I am starting to believe it less and less. I once thought that all people were good people but I am also beginning to lose faith in people, too. It seems like everyone is letting me down without even looking back.

When will it be MY time? When will the sun be strong enough to shine through the clouds? It cannot rain all the time, can it?

I just want something to be proud of, something that is entirely for me. I want something that I can call my own. I want something that can represent me, for me and only me.

I know what I want, who I am, and who I want to be. I fail to understand why my passion is not good enough and why it will not carry me to where I want to go, and where I am destined to be.

When did passion become not enough?