Run

I have had a life far too ordinary to write about. And right now, when I look at it, in my current state of mind it feels far too uneventful to talk about as well.Its as if I have derived pleasure from taking my life to a certain high and then letting go, never bothering to just kick a little to jump over the wall and on to the other side. I am not at all at any thing and every thing I take up, but what I am really good at is squandering away the early advantage . Another trend that i have noticed lately about my modus operandi on life is that the closer I get to cracking something big, or latching on to something good, the more content and relaxed I become.Rather more disinterested.. And when the time requires one to stay low and sail with the winds, that's when I get restless and flutter the most. The end result is that I am not able to break ahead of the pack... despite burning much more rubber then any one else. Not all potentials are realized, some not timely others never at all. Its like i am not sure what describes be best, world class runner chained to a heavy load or a non-athlete on power boosters.. I guess I am just a crippled child waiting for my Jenny to come in my life and say to me .. "Run Forrest, Run"."