Moving on

Feeling stupid. How could I do this to myself? How could I believe for even a second that it will turn out to be great. And it didn’t. I am at one of my worst’s and there is nobody to blame. I have made all the decisions that led me here where I am today. How could I trust that following some feeble dream will make it happen and cause me to feel happy and satisfied? There is no such thing as happiness, there is no fate to trust or follow, and there is no intervening God to stop you or catch you when you fall. You land on your face, just as I have. It is time to shake of the dust of the past ten years, stand up, say a big thank you but no more, thank you … and move over to greener pastures.