balancing out the universe

Fits me like a shoe.
How do you know I am not a superhero?

I just may have discovered my purpose after all.

What do I need to do to live right? And why do I always feel that I must be somewhere else in order to find the fulfillment that I am looking for. I know it has nothing to do with where I am, but how I feel. And too often I find that sense of fulfillment on the only things that I can seem to control, and that being, moving from place to place. But as soon as I get somewhere, I need to do it again. And all the moving around means I never really get a chance to build on anything. All I see are opportunities I left behind somewhere.

The cycle must end. The cricle of existence ends with taking control. And discovering discipline.

I drive myself crazy and I wonder what I will ever accomplish at this rate. So far, it's hard to tell if I have done anything but exist in a fairy tale realm. Wandering through the universe trying to find hope.