Things Are Looking Up

I was waiting in a doctor's feeling a little helpless, so I wrote. As I wrote I decided I'd drive myself to destination "positive mood" instead of staying in the settlement of self-pity.

     Losing a bit of zeal tonight. Got it figured for the short sight. Long term goals give me fuel for to fight. I don't need a blue print, maybe just an outcome to work towards. I'm in the right nook, picking up books, put them down if dull that future looks. Physics is legit, math is a b***h. Phycology is rich, jobs opps are the s***s. And that's full on the lips of those who I seem to deal with. Something good is always up next, maybe a break from this god complex. We seem to have it all figured out.

     It's nice to know that things will always go, exactly the right way. This plan that I live always seems like a gamble, but there's something more complicated than roulette. It's a new science, a new mind set more sure than the sun's awakening and mathematics. It's out there somewhere, and everywhere too; it's in my hands and there and back to the moon.

Author's Note

Join me on my emotional rollercoaster. It's super fun. I promise.