futuristic fantasy;;

On my way to work today, music-less, as my mp3 player is currently out of commission, I began to think about how far I've come and how far I have to go. It doesn't seem that there is a set destination; I'm sure there are many people who are completely fine with not knowing where they intend to end up, but thoughts like these constantly plague me with uncertainty.
The kind of life I have led, thus far, has been so plagued with inconsistence, and uncertainty that I try to avoid it as much as possible.

I keep thinking where will my studies take me, there must be something better for me to do with my education than work for some assembly line, design churn-out business. My friends, do they know me? Have I taken the time to know them? Do I take the time to take care of them? Recently, to complicate things further, I have found a plausible companion; which raises even more questions about what I'm going to do with myself and how I'm supposed to conduct myself.

I feel like I've grown up to fast and now I'm in some weird way digressing back to the state of a child. I'm standing on the bus looking like an adult and feeling like I'm a lost child.

I keep falling and I tire of picking myself up, I feel sort of like staying on the ground and admiring the scenery.