Look At All The People...

As I walk home from work, I look at the people in the traffic in their cars, all seemingly successful (well, they can all drive; one thing I can't do) and wonder about how much better their lives are.  But are they?  For all I know they could be on the way home to an abusive partner; to kids they can't control; to a dying relative; to liver and bacon again s/he knows how much I hate that...

And I realise that I only think they are better off than me.  I don't know what their life is like.  Yes, I think my life is a mess right now and it's going to take a long, long time to get back to where I was.  Or so it seems.  I don't know - hell, we could all be consumed by a black hole on Wednesday.

I also have this vague sense of un-tapped potential within me.  Potential for what, I have absolutely no idea; it is too heavily squashed underneath several tonnes of emotional baggage, but it's there somewhere.  What could it possibly achieve if allowed to fly free?