Uninteresting for the most

Do you ever feel as though you consistently have the most uninteresting and uneventful days? I feel like I do, in comparison to many of my friends and family at least. For the most part I feel like there are many things that I want to or would like to do, but do not, for whatever reason, end up doing them. And then the day is over and nothing meaningful seems to have been accomplished and I'm right back where I started.

Anyway, this is a relatively boring entry for a relatively boring day, but unfortunately that is what kind of day it has been. A day of questioning the way I live my life. Not so much what I believe, more what sort of life is this that I am living? Indoors on carpet floors wasting away the day. This is not how men were meant to live. We were not built for this.

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves wondering if we had spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would lie in our graves, dreaming of things that we might have been , could have been maybe...

That is what kind of day it has been.

-N.L.