It seems to be the only consistent thing in life. It's the so called "dream" and it dominates our every waking moment. These days I ponder if it even exists. Follow me here. Every day, I've believed that we pursue, the dream job, the dream place, the dream everything. Does it even exist? Sometimes, I wonder if we're meant to never reach this utopia that we dream of. Maybe that's the secret? Life is just a quest, in which the ultimate goal, is merely that, a goal. It's a goal that is meant to never be achieved. This allows to spend every day chasing this, knowing full well that it doesn't exist. Because if we somehow found what we seek, then what? Where do we go from there?

It just seems as if pain has and will always be the only consistent feeling in this life. Seriously, I really just have never known anything else. The sooner that is accepted, the sooner that life can just go on and then the questions will be answered.