All At Sea

I am feeling lonely and drowning in a sea of work. I am also under the weather which is making it even more difficult to keep up.

Friends seem to be drifting away, perhaps no longer swimming the same deep water as me, and I am starting to wonder what it is, exactly, I am looking for in this life.

In some ways, I have never been as successful as I am now; at the same time, I have seldom felt as alone and that written by someone who has always defined himself as an outsider, one who walks along his own path. I sometimes confuse myself with these contradictions.

This will pass; it always does. The beach is always less crowded as the summer ends and I will soon be strolling along the water's edge wrapped in a warm coat and with a scarf around by neck and, knowing myself as I do, enjoying the wistful feeling that such a day brings.