waiting for my rocket to come.

I've written ten posts since last week but I just can't seem to make the decision on which ones to post. It's frustrating. 

I've come to realize that a lot of time life is obnoxiously frustrating, and it truly rarely makes any sense. I guess I should just keep going through each day. There might not be much more to it. I've started to grasp the mentality that sometimes it's alright to just wait things out. It's typically better to not force things, period. I grasp this topic, but as soon as I can fully adopt it, then I think I'll be set. 

I'm reveling in energy that everyone's emitting.