How I sometimes feel about life.

For the most part, i couldn’t be happier. I have a beautiful girlfriend, my course is going great and it’s almost Christmas. But, even the, there is sometimes a gap; a feeling that maybe there is something I’m missing from completing this perfect picture.

I’m not sure what it is, this festering shred of doubt in my mind’s eye. Is it paranoia perhaps? Who knows. Edgar Allan Poe expressed this humbleness infallably. This is his poem, Dream Within A Dream:
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?