Madness

Generally speaking, I have a happy interior life, but that's because I'm not interacting well with the exterior world. Let's just say my impact with others is minimal.

I'm caught up in noise and clutter that not only detours me from any old job, but from a job that matters.

This hasn't stopped my dreams, which thrive in obscurity, but keeps me from feeling like I'm making an actual contribution to the world.

So what's the stumbling blocks?

Credibility? Accomplishment? Being noticeable?

In a world of war, politics, and individual need, it's a small wonder for all this, but the ambition of dreams drives its own agenda towards, hopefully, a better future.