Disappointment.

As a child I watched far too many movies. Looking back on it now, I believe it altered my perception of reality. Or at least gave me very high expectations of how my life should turn out.

Now, as an adult, I find myself unsatisfied - to say the least.

I've forever been waiting for my movie to start. It hasn't yet. I don't think it ever will.

I always believed that when it was time for my movie to start, it would just happen, without me even realising it. With absolutely no input from myself.

Now I know that's not the case. The problem is that now it's too late for me. My movie will never start because I will never start it. I've lulled myself into a life with no meaning and can't pull myself out of it anymore. Over time, I've lost the motivation and imagination required to yank me out of this life and into the one I so desperately desire.

So, here I am. Stuck in this life. Will anyone ever come save me? I don't think so.