Losing Myself

Had to get away. Just needed to leave. Could not take it anymore. The pressure. The worrying. And I thought, what's holding me back. Nothing really. I hate my wife. My job's a bore. My parents are dead. No one would miss me. With these words of truth Carl hurdled out of his pickup onto the highway. He started to walk with traffic. Everything was a blur. The cars, the noise, his thoughts. Where should I go? What should I do? What do I want to do? Then it hit me. For the first time in my 46-year life I noticed that I never did what I wanted. During my childhood I was a foll…