You can't always get what you want, say The Rolling Stones. When you don't want anything, you're probably depressed, I say. New place. New people. Same people. Same work. New dog. New car. Same debts. Same self. Same. New. Doesn't matter. The world is full of vast possibilities. I see so few of them. It's easy to know that anything is an option, and to always choose the one that's familiar. As though it were a choice. My friends are millionaires. My friends are broke. My friends kill themselves. My friends share their happiness with the world. I am self-centered. I am the center. I don't know myself. From here, everything looks brighter. From here, I can see the sun setting. From here, I am. Here I am. Where do I go from here?














