"Your life is what you make of it."

I may have crossed a line with my inquisitive nature. I may have just found something very discouraging that leaves me in a greater state of uncertainty and thus may never sleep again. Or I may have a renewed motivation to take action with an intense aura of compassion.

My conscience, my inspiration, my life... I'm hanging on my last shred of hope.


I started making a list (again) of all my options, possibilities, and desires to determine my next step if yet another job falls through the cracks. With my truck returning to the garage, my bank account on its last month, and the plethora of bad news that burdens me like the weighted chains of Jacob Marley, even a good idea is hindered.

Honestly, I don't know what to do. I have to start somewhere though, and take that first step; that tiny meaningless step could make all the difference.

Life is without meaning. You bring meaning to it.