I am a boat in the middle of the ocean. The wind blows at me, the waters below rock me back and forth, yet my anchor holds me. Some may say that this is a good place to be, but I hate being in this position.
I have always had something to work towards, somewhere to be. But being stuck in the middle of nowhere, unsure to go forward or to the left or right, just upsets me. It's like tasting bile in my mouth. Ugh, the agony.