Adversities

Life. Its so odd. I know over 6 billion have probably written about it, pondered, reflected or given up on it. Its one of those universal equalizers. We all have *life*. We have different degrees of control over it, but we all exist. But, seriously, what's the point of it all?

Dreams. I adore them. I'm more or less trapped by them. They're so vivid and fantastical, its like a motion picture in my head. They're the reason I'd rather sleep for 12 hours than be awake. Reality blows. See above.

The Future. A mystery that is a combination of the two. Well I guess the future will "come" regardless of whether one pursues their dreams or just sits around and farts all day. Hopefully people will pick the former. I seem to continuously choose the latter. Why? I have so many hopes and dreams for "later". What's wrong with right now?

I still feel like such a child. I seem to aging downwardly. I think 15ish was my peak. The most mature I'd get. And that was that. I don't seem to be learning from my mistakes.

How does one better ones self if they can't get a control of one's life?