It began, as all bad days do. The same! I wish I could feel: passion, a desire, a lust for living, Zeal for adventure. I! don’t! I do not… I play it safe, I do not take risks, I have been ingrained a fear for failure. I want to fly higher than an astronaut soaring in the cosmos I want to feel fear of asking the hottest female out. I want to live in a mansion so big that I can hide from all my troubles and sorrows! I want to feel! I want to feel that my life is worth more than a life predestined to a life of mediocrity! But! I cannot… I have settled… I have chosen to sit out on my own life. I am Vanilla pudding.