Stuck

I feel stuck. I feel like life could be passing me by, sorta like the words that float through my head, but they can't get out because my throat, like my life, is stuck. Luckily, one of those stuck things will go away reasonably soon. Being sick doesn't last forever, but sometimes life stays stuck. I've seen it. We all have. Those big shot business guys, with nothing to look forward to but the next deal, so they can buy the next thing. Honestly, being stuck in someone else's life...someone else's idea of what life should be...scares me more than anything else. But the question then becomes, 'what do I want?' And my answer is 'I don't know.' Which leaves me, again, stuck.