It's just before 5AM on what should be just another Tuesday. It's painfully quiet here in my apartment, even with the white noise in the background. All this silence has left me thinking about my life and where it's headed. It's an odd experience to constantly feel on the verge of greatness or disaster. It's how I've found myself feeling more often than not lately. I have a career, bills are paid, a teeny tiny bit of money in the bank, a beautiful apartment, you know...all the basics. Even still, I can't help but sense that the universe is still out to trial on whether my life will really be great or not. It's strange how one can feel so out of place when everything is seemingly in order.
It's very much like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel but not being not awake enough to determine if it's a train or the baby Jesus. Maybe this is what purgatory feels like. Am I being made ready for something? I wish I could share with you that I've just been enlightened with the answer to my own question, but alas, not so much. I suppose it's really more philosophical than literal, although the two seem to intertwine effortlessly.
I have bad dreams to thank for this moment of mental Purgatory that I find myself in. I should be asleep; not tapping away on my laptop listening to my ice maker work over-time. I've decided that since I have to be up early, I will just make some coffee and push through this sleepless and thoughtful moment in time.
The Bottom Line: I will let you know as soon as I find it.
