The little annoying things...

Sometimes I am a complete victim to frustration. It seems to be everywhere around me manifesting itself constantly in mundane situations. Probably one of the most annoying things about this is the fact that I don't know exactly what triggers it. For all intents and purposes I have a great life. I'm a father of one of the most beautiful little girls this world has ever seen. My job is great and I have worked there over a decade. My love life is amazing and I'm healthy as a horse. Yet from time to time I have things that bug me immensely. Though I try to blame my intelligence or lack thereof at times, I realize it’s something that most people go through often. Even still it’s terribly annoying. To me my frustrations feel like a locked door blocking my climb towards an even more successful life. Everywhere I see keys but none of them seem to unlock those doors. It’s very annoying. Albert Einstein supposedly defined insanity as the repeated action of an un fruitful result. Is that what I'm doing? Repeating the same patterns over and over again in a vicious cycle of futility? Surely there are no external forces that I can draw upon to either aid, or stifle me. Even still, I feel it. The nagging persistent frustration that says " You don't belong here". Will I ever conquer these annoying fears? Perhaps one day maybe. For now, I sit in front of this tiny laptop. In my town home filled with luxuries, while my daughter entertains herself by asking me several thousands of questions. With my biceps still sore from the work outs earlier during the week. Here I sit, waiting to unravel the mysteries that lock my mind and keep me running in this hamster’s wheel. Frustrated every time I look over and realize I'm not really moving at all. Oh well at least it’s fun exercise.