It's not about the puff; it's about the drag

Something's are just better off unknown/unseen/unnoticed/undiscovered.

Lately, I can't help but to feel like a shell of my former glory. There used to be so many things to look forward to. But as I progressed through life, dreams and hope just unravels itself from one disappointment to another. What I had hoped for, what I had dreamed for was never achieved. Perhaps it's the lack of drive from within. Perhaps it's the lack of support. One thing for sure is that I've been beaten by several external factors to the point that it is impossible to stand up again.

Age is catching up. At 25, I am already experiencing a mid-life crisis.