Today

As I sat in the showetr today comtemplating whether ai would make a good truck driver or no I couldn't help but wonder: "What happened to all my fire? My passion?" Where is all the "I'll show the world what I'm made of!" bullshit 50's movie moxie rhetoric? Now it's always: "oh my god! What the hell? This can't be happening again, or to me!" It seems the universe has become very intolerant towards my view that I'm destined for greatness, or even base happiness, or success, or any type of emotion that doesn't go along with the phrases "Not again. Not now. Why me? Or just : Ow!" Maybe I'm being negative today. Maybe i have reason, maybe I'm just a whiner.. Good thing is I'm one day closer to death and figuring out this mystery.