When did life become so exhausting?

There is no stopping life, there is however a stop to us: Death. Today I feel like death is the next time that rest will come around. Well....perhaps I mean the only time that I will feel truly rested. I woke up, after not being able to sleep until early in the morn, to feeling the most tired in my life. The accuracy of that statement is not 100% true, but it sure felt like it. My body aches from the amount of movement that I have put forth in the past few days. My shoulder moans and groans, like it has a life of its own and has freed itself from my regime. The pops and cracks turn heads in the bustle of human traffic. "You might want to get that checked out," says a friend in passing.

My current life is become a chore. Too many obligations plague my daily life, I have yet to find a true balance. Radio shows and TV broadcasts bore me. I have always had a desire to find new things to keep me creative, I think a portion of me is being unfulfilled. I need a new experience to try and master. It is more important to throw off the shackles of normalcy.

Enough for now....I guess nothing new.