I'm willing to bet about 85% of the human race never find their place. Why do I think I should be on the other side? Why should I be so special and lucky? I envy those who find their place with talent (voice, music, athletics, business, writing, motherhood, whatever). I'm decent at many things in life, but not nearly masterful in one of them. This makes happiness in a living difficult. It also makes me indecisive. I haven't been able to pick which moderate skill to enhance. It's so stupid. The human race will see its downfall in searching for purpose.

I'd like to know where my instruction booklet was lost. I don't know the road to any where, and I can't find the one to my soul. Stupid. Why do I feel the need to find it? Purpose. It will kill me.

"Lord, make me a rainbow

I'll shine down on my Mother.

She'll know I'm safe with you

when she stands under my colors."

Exert from If I Die Young--The Band Perry