a dear friend once asked me,

"what do you want to do with your life?"

yes, cliche I know, but my response wasn't the one I had hoped for. I didn't know what to say. For the first time in my ever so eloquent life, I did not have a single thing to say. Sure my mind was running 100 miles per second trying to come up with an answer that wasn't deemed pathetic but no, I just generalized

"I have a lot of things I plan on doing, there are so many options."

I didn't lie, I just didn't know what exactly I was planning to do, or with what I would start. Living in a lagging lull, I am finally being forced to face the R word. Reality. Why do you have to be so harsh?