“Lost” is the only word I can think of that accurately describes what my state of mind was a year ago. Inside, I had all the potential and motivation in the world. The hard part was trying to apply my thoughts to the real world. Slaving away at a dead-end job, no friends and no plans was not what I had envisioned for my life. I spent countless nights writing, dreaming and wishing for something more. Anything, all I needed was a key to the door. Hopeless. I had given up on finding my niche, something that made me special, I had given up on looking for a reason to be a better me. What’s kind of funny is that I wrote this back in October, I tweeked it just a bit, but it was actually the opening paragraph to a paper I wrote. Interesting, I like it.