I've always felt like I have been preparing for a life that is just around the corner, but never comes. I am improving my odds, conquering obstacles, learning methods, undoing habits, sacfricing today so that I might have a better tomorrow. Only thing is, seems like it's today forever! I've even had others tell me that I'm waiting for my life to start and that I need to just start living it. You guys ever feel that way? As soon you get rid of this depression, of this chronic pain, of this injury, of this schooling, of this flesh-eating bacterium on your esophagus, that you'll be ready to start relaxing, accepting yourself, and get out there? Do you ever get there?