Somedays I grow tired of the tedium that life arches you into. There's this sense of participation that I just seem to find overwhelmingly bothersome on occasional days, almost like playing a game. Life throws you into this cycle of want and need, and work and success, and it just gets you down some times. When you take a self-reflective few minutes, and just step back out of your own skin to see the shape the world is carving you out of you just wish you could be less dependent on the things that control you. I sit in this room, a television on that I'm not even watching, and XBOXs, IPods, cell phones, littering this space I call home, and part of me longs to be content for it all to go. Part of me wishes I could find comfort in less than this. Part of me wishes that I wasn't tied down to work to support all of these products I convince myself are a requirement for living.