Going Backwards

Sometimes I feel like I'm grasping for straws. It's as if I'm trying to relive a time that has past, hoping to recapture emotions I once felt, feelings that once motivated me, and experiences which once shaped me.

Instead, I'm lifeless, pushing myself to stay active in hobbies that I'm not even sure are appropriate for a man of my age.

I'm confused all the time. Am I letting society and peer pressure dictate who I am? Could the aging process be slapping me on the face, telling me to "grow up and close your measly mouth?"

Dial-a-cliche because I don't even know anymore.

While I'm trying not to care, I do.