FML

Its been a long time since I've used FML (fuck my life) as a description of my feelings towards where I stand in this world. But now is surely one of those moments. And why? I cannot pick out a particular reason. But it has much to do with the fact i foresee little worth waking up in the morning for. My outlook is dim at this point in my life nearing the penultimate peak of my male prime , I yearn for adventure and am faced with desolate hope. I was never a very hopeful person but at the least tried to maintain a positive outlook ,aside from my pessimistic stance on everything else, on life. And opportunities abound for attaining happiness but my will is not willing to will, ( if that makes any sense, perhaps better said I have given up before trying). I am satisfied with my life at the moment I cannot complain. And that in essence is the problem it is too reliable, I crave insecurity and despair. I think I should run far away to a strange and distant land where they speak no word of truth, but we don't understand anyways.