We all sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it

I never thought I would live in the modern day depression.

Where blind optimism and unbridled capitalism once ruled the day, now lay pieces of worthless paper telling us what we own and reminding us we don't make anything anymore.

As a result of the ignorant greed of the few, the rest of the us..... the citizens, the common man lay stranded not in bread lines, but unemployment lines to collect food stamps to shop at walmart to buy food from distant lands.

It hurts to see people I know, and people I don't know try to do their best not to fall through the cracks, to not become statistics in this financial war. I respect and honor sacrifices they all have to make just to live, sacrifices I don't have to make because I have been put in a position by other people where I don't have to.

A combination of my own will and these recent series of unfortunate events leaves me stalled on the way to my crossroads. I know which turn I am going to take, I just can't get there to make that turn. That can be frustrating, I must remain patient

But

I hate having to bear the burden of societies expectations of what is to be my life at the age of 25. I am always split by not caring at all and caring too much, from being arrogant and being insecure, knowing what I want in life one day and not having an idea the next. Sometimes I feel naked.

Sometimes I feel like taking that short cut away from those crossroads.... but that road is unknown and I will walk it alone.