my life feels stuck in a holding pattern. there is no sense of progression, just day following day like pages of a book, the end coming closer and closer into view. at one point in my life I had brave aspirations and intentions. I was going to enjoy life moment by moment, seizing every opportunity as it came and rolling with every blow. And yet here I am now, the time ticking by without pausing for breath; even as I type this post the end of yet another day beckons. This is the prime of my life, and this is how I am spending it. One day it will all end and I will never have lived at all.