What We Thought We Had

A happy little life that I lead.  I prance my way through life, sometimes pausing to glance back at at the world I have left behind.  No complaints about my friends or family.  Both are more than I could ask for or deserve.  I have many people listening and many people to listen to.  This is neither lonely or boring.  I have a job.  I have a best friend.  I am not untalented in the world of athletics.  My own little world revolves around me, and when times get semi difficult I can just sink into it.  Each day that passes me by, leaves me a little further from my destination.  No matter how fast I can run, or how much I talk through my problems; I just cannot seem to get back to the point which I started.  I am so turned around- I am unsure of where I began.  Now that I am free to be my own person- my once strong mold seems to have melted into unshaped goo.