Wasted Talent

There are not a lot of things that I hate in this life. Even less have a good, solid meaning behind them. But when it becomes so all consuming as to deviate me from the goals that I see in front of me, well, that's when I start to take offense. I can't do anything about where I am. In fact, I like it here. Perhaps that not good enough, but well, for me, it is. Somehow, I come to feeling insecure, and that's just not a feeling that I can deal with. It's not anything in particular. Like, one thing or another. So as to putting my finger on that gut feeling, well, I can't rightly say it's in my power to do so. In fact, as random as it is, I try not to be a party to it. But there starts to be a rumbling in my spirit and all of a sudden, that hate springs up anew, like Old Faithful, or Mt. Vesuvius. It's not just the fact that I'm seperate from the ways and workings that I see going on around me, it's just I feel like I wasn't privvy to all those specific goings on. I get the feeling that there's more out there, and I'm willing to work for it, but I just don't plain like it. In fact, I hate it.