I Have Some Duct Tape For Her.

I'm almost certain that fate has a tendency to sit back and laugh at me... I think we all have had moments in our life where we feel that way.  It's like having a porche sitting in your driveway but no gas to take it anywhere.  I have so much to give... and know that with the right person, I could have had a very productive life in all aspects... but at the moment... my car is out of the race.  That's all life is sometimes.. just a race to get to the next pit stop.  We rush around the track trying to get things done... for those few brief moments where we can pull in and stop... and know that everything is being handled by someone else... but guess what... I'm my own pit crew.. When I pull in for a break... I'm the one that has to jump out and change my tires.. and get my own gas.  It's horrible having the feeling that you really can't depend on anyone else to just give you a few minutes break from life each day...  So I refuel... and get back out on the track.. driving around in circles on the same track.. over and over and over.. well.. the track conditions suck.. I feel like I've been riding behind the pace car most of my life.. as the accidents have brought the race to a standstill... and all I can do is go along in my place... until the track conditions are clear and I can get into the race once more.   By that time, I'm afraid my motor will be shot and I'll have to just quit.   

I know that this analogy may have went over the heads of some people reading this... and that's okay.. Some people aren't race fans nor they know anything about it... but we all have different interests... I would like to think that at some point I would be able to develop new hobbies to learn about and expand my knowledge on things I'd love to do...  but then I remember how full my plate is now.. and sometimes I think I'll never get it emptied.. because as soon as it looks like it has been cleaned down to a size I'm comfortable with.. someone adds another helping of something else.. and I have that much more to do.  I need to just dump the plate and get to where I can eat from the hors d'oeuvres ...usually I won't end up with so much piled on me.. 

What's with all these metaphoric comparisons today... It's almost like I'm just trying to be cryptic to myself or something... I really don't have a clue.. but I like being creative when I blog.. or write anything... but something should be said for direct communication.  I guess a lot of what I'm saying is still beating a dead horse.. just finding a more elegant way of putting it.   

I think that most of us have things we want to accomplish.. I also believe that we lack the will power to get most of it done.  I don't know if it's society in general that just breeds laziness... or that we've just been beaten into submission... but there are so many times when I look at things I want to do and think... why bother?   ...I keep looking for motivation to go forward, but that is getting more difficult to do with each passing day... it's like anything I want.. is just out of reach... and after so long when people aren't able to accomplish something, they look on it as a wasted effort.  I don't want to be that way... and where I might seem defeated at times.. I won't let myself give up on getting something out of life... after all.. they say it isn't over until the fat lady sings... now.. where to find the fat lady.. I have some duct tape for her..