The Spark

Even in my deepest pit of depression, I always had 'the spark' to keep me going. In fact, for most of my life, I was very professionally confident and carried that spark strongly. people would notice and say I was meant to do great things, and I felt that way too. I'm sure sure what happened, but I've somehow let that spark slowly die inside. Perhaps it was the 'real world' getting to me, or my lack of confidence. I just don't know. Whatever happened, I really miss my spark. Hell, people even thought I was cocky (before they talked to me) because I walked with such confidence and purpose. I miss that. I yearn for my spark again.