I have this ever growing fascination with things that I can’t seem to wrap my head around. Whether it be with birth, death, color, light, darkness, people, animals, I can never get any of it out of my mind. I have this discontent with myself each and everyday that I strive to overcome. My desire to be greater than anyone else that has tried to be great has only gotten greater, and greater, and greater… And with each footstep, I seem to lose my balance and go from standing to under… standing. I find pleasure in things people find painful and find pain in things people can’t find painful. I always wake up two minutes before my alarm sounds, giving me moments to think before my day begins. And when I only have milliseconds left before the awaited noise blares, I shut off the alarm before it could shut off me because, in a sense, my day does not start until the alarm starts… My day does not start so my ever growing discontent does not start