This life of mine has no bearing to the ultimate eventuality of balance, this life of mine seems to be on auto pilot mode with no expectations of any kind. My life is filled with empty promises, instant gratifications and cheap cheap adrenaline rush activities. To be in a class of my own, to be profoundly stumped, to be astoundingly sound is pure hard work. I have limited vocabulary on life, I am blinded by my virtual nearsightedness.