A Monologue

If life was spread out like chapters in a book, where would i be bookmarked at this point? at the end of the chapter or at the start of another?

It's another one of those unexplainable queeze forming inside my gut. A small cherry of doubt growing amidst my increasingly mechanical lifestyle. I know i'm getting restless, but why?
Maybe i do have the patience of a peanut, maybe i do need another challenge.

A brief re-read of my china journal takes me down memory lane to days of youth, brash spontaneity and fearlessness. And yet it worries me me that while my collagen is slowing breaking down, i'm no where near coming to a kick-ass ground breaking idea that i can mother and grow. And i'm frustrated. Surely there is more to life than timelines and FAs.

But such is the pits and troughs of life....and i may have hit inertia for a while.
I think it's time to hit first gear again and continue looking for my inspiration.
In the meantime maybe i can lose some weight and become a better looking bookcover.