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.