Somehow I feel so jet-lagged. Not in the sense of going through that biological up-down-upside-down-crazy-roller-coaster of a night and day exchange trip, but more of a feeling that I'm lost in a whirlwind of situations. I don't feel like I'm in control. I don't feel like I'm even doing anything. Its as if I'm standing still and everything around me is changing. This environment is changing so fast and I'm still standing here. The more I think about it, the more helpless I feel.
Like a puppy on a leash. That leash tied onto a bicycle and the cyclist is pushing the cartwheel mechanism with all his might. Each second he gains speed...faster...faster...and faster. I'm just trailing behind, trying to keep up. My legs are yet to have fully developed and my spirit has yet to become that undying devotion that dogs show their owners... their leaders. So I trip and I stumble. I fall and get back up.
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