The perplexity in which I find myself on a frequent basis is quite...tiresome.  I am not satisfied, but not yet dissatisfied with life---just sort of there.  The realm of possibilities to change things are endless for some, but for me--it seems that there is no way out of where I am.  I want more--more what though?  I am bored, but have no desire to dig myself out of being bored.  I am just here.  Sticking to a routine that I have followed for 6 years now, this is what I call my life. 

Ever wonder how you got from point A to point B?  That's how I feel constantly--that sleep walking/drive/run to my daily destinations, not really quite aware how I got there and what I missed in between.  Nothing exciting, nothing new--just life.