We have all the time in the world

Or do we? Lately despite spring half heartily making a cautious appearance I've been feeling a little blue. Time keeps marching on and here I am still on my lonesome.

Most of the time I just get on with it and don't feel particularly lonely but recently I've been feeling isolated and questioning my very existence. I get up, I eat< I work but how is it changing or making my life better?

I need to believe in myself more and to do more but sometimes I wish there was somebody to 'do' with.

More than this

There must be more to life, I'm not living life to the full the world must be bigger than the world that I have created for myself.

My world is very small and isolated in the grand scheme of things almost as if I am an island which is barely a blip and most definitely not even that on the pages of the atlases of others.

Where have the laughs, the drinks, the kisses and the walks along shores gone?

Where? When and how?

Where, when and how did it all go so wrong?

What happened to me that I got stuck somewhere along the line and made nothing of my life?

How have I got stuck on my own and with my parents?

Was I not given a will to try and make it on my own?

What is wrong with me?