I really feel shame and regret that my actions pertaining to my own personal wishes have been nothing but a series of disconnected events, none which add up to any more than the sum of fragments. Ever since I was a kid, I've never been able to take charge of my own life, set a course, and stick to it. I just keep bouncing from idea to idea, place to place, and in a couple more decades, my inconsequential details will have turned to dust. I'm thirsty, so I drink. No further than that can I look ahead.
I admire people who find something to aim for, and keep that aim. I'm not even able to understand how to do it. I have no clue who I am, other than a parrot picking whatever line that hands me something for the day, everyday a new line, everywhere chasing around in circles. The only thing that remains, for decades, is the sense of futility, that whatever I say, do, think, or try, I just end up where I started.
I put my everything in the people around me, because I can't find anything more inside myself. The smiles of those around me replace the featureless face I see in the mirror every morning. I have given life, but it feels more like passing a baton. Take, and try to do what I couldn't.