I dream, I dream so much it hurts my chest, like a heavy boulder sitting on top of my sternum. I think to myself, I know I have a beautiful life. I know that I am loved because I feel it everyday with no question. But, why am I still unsatisfied? Why do I feel this longing in my gut? I actually know the reason why. You see, everyday feels like groundhog's day. I get up in the morning and start my daily routine of getting ready for work, maybe eat breakfast, maybe not. I then