I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.

Is the rest of my life going to be this way?

It's a vicious cycle. I feel discontented with my life, so the optimist in me tells me to look forward to the day when things will be better, meanwhile I keep working at it, slowly and maybe not that surely. Then the day comes when I realize I can't always be looking forward to something forever, that I must make the best out of what I'm stuck with now. That's a lot easier said than done, and I end up feeling like shit again.

What I want is dangling right in front of me but it's like I can't lift a finger to get it because the person with all the control will just take it right back.