I can't imagine myself having a family, being married and having kids.
I can't imagine myself letting work and accomplishment go for family. I can't imagine myself going old in front of a fire, holding hands with my soulmate.

I always say that I won't make it until 35... and the truth is I'm not joking. I'm really being serious because I can't see anything more than this... It's all dark, gray, soulless and bleak and nothing more.
Nothing.

It seems so futile, so meaningless. It's so easy to let all of this go.

And I'm not depressed, I'm not sad and my life is pretty good right now. It seems on the right track. But somehow...

There is something missing already.
There is no light.
No light at all.