Have you ever felt like your life is a skipping record, only to play small pieces of the music at a time...yet you feel the song will never finish? You feel as if what you do everyday is only an inevitable delay to disappointment and whenever the night soon dominates the light...you feel a faint dissatisfaction for you and all others around you, almost as if you hadn't done anything at all... You feel as if you could have done more to impress the world and could have done something different, something else to change the world.

Have you ever had one of those never ending nights to where you rest your hands behind your head on your pillow, blankly staring up at your dull ceiling, filling your weak mind with omnipresent thoughts. You may have brought possibilities into thought and eventually cried because you brought them into action. ...And you eventually spend another night thinking about the action that you had just done, endlessly querying whether or not it was the right choice...or if you should or shouldn't have even thought of it to begin with.

Have you ever wondered if you could have prevented something from happening? You may have felt that you procrastinated too much and now you're obligated to select one thing or the other, yet if you had taken action on one of the subjects sooner, you wouldn't be having an ultimatum in the first place...almost as if you truly have no freedom what-so-ever.

Have you? If so, then I would love to read your experience.