a new weekend of escapism and another week of 14 hour days. I can feel myself running through the city, keeping my head high and searching for my line. I finally feel loved by all these beautiful people but I can't appreciate it until i find my ground. I am indecisive about the fleeting moments i find myself in, feeling rushed by crisis's that are not my own. How do I continue to strive towards my goals without getting caught up in the sacrifices that don't define us?