90+90 degrees and 45 miles per hour

Through the mundanity that we are all forced to endure, the tiresome and routine activities such as sitting through traffic while driving the same route to work, completing necessary cleaning throughout our homes, and managing to supply sustenance to our bodies just so we can do it all over again, I find all too easy to question and confront the reasons why we live in such a repetitive manner.

When the grind has worn me out, my drawer of yesteryear's love is begging for a long overdue cleaning, and I surmise that it may be some time until I find a change in the system, the outlier I was searching for makes its presence known and the idea of possibilities excites me and pushes me through another countless, tiresome, mundane day.

I seek excitement and variety in my life. I am attracted and facilitated by change. Yet, strangely enough I want one thing opposing my own life's calling. That thing is a glimpse of a view into the future. A future where I stand, not alone, but next to another. A soulmate. A person, I can trust wholeheartedly will be there for me through the best and worst times and someone who I will always be there for no matter what the circumstance.

I see possibility and I worry. I worry that with all the opportunities I have already managed to discard there might not be too many more. My mind tells me to weigh out every choice all too carefully. But my instinctual and newly healed fleshy blood pumper screams, "life is too short to wonder if you should make a choice!"

A fantasy, a dream, or a vision, will always be just that unless you put into action those desires. After all, if you never try you'll never be able to succeed.