I often am at my own mercy I think. I wallow in my desire for something more and allow myself to become very depressed over my belief that surely I am destined for far more greatness than this life has offered so far. But is that arrogant of me? Am I way off base here? Clearly my life has been no fairy tale. There is no knight in shining armor racing to rescue the princess from an impossibly tall tower in a far away land. In fact there isn't even a princess or a tower for that matter. But is there a dragon to slay? Is there something great to accomplish with this life of mine? Or perhaps is that great destiny conceivable only in my own mind?
What if my dragon is nothing more than having the patience, endurance, and discipline to withstand what I deem to be a very banal existence? Am I indeed up for that task? Honestly, I think it would be easier to pull the sword from the stone than it is to live this boring life much longer. However, maybe that is exactly why I live this life. Because it isn't what I want. What to do with it then?
Or maybe there is no dragon at all. Maybe life is supposed to be like that God foresaken movie Groundhog Day. It's a horrible movie. Maybe that's all there is though.
We shall see I suppose, if we are destined to slay dragons or essentially do nothing more than scrub the floors of the castle. I'm hoping for a dragon though.
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