let the drafts be free

Tell me where is the line drawn between comfort and passion. The tumultuous vs the steadfast. Where do we go?Our roads don't follow a narrow path, we learned this long ago.We are constantly searching and seeking - but what if happiness is simply living and letting go?What if we are meant to leave the ups and down behind and let time just take its course?But then there is that unshakable nerve - the one where you feel the missing out, the one where you feel the bigger picture slipping through your fingers.That feeling, that feeling kills. Indeed. An empty pit of "what if."But I go back to my original question: down which road do we take?Are we in the hands of fate or is free will truly taking the cake?- your unease with the unknown is the source of your depression