my room

as usual, there is a pile of rubbish in my room.
Just as I'm going to bed at the end of a busy and stressful day, at the end of a busy and stressful working week, to look over at the opposite corner of my bedroom.
What I see is a picture of Obama lifting his hand in triumphant salute.
What I cannot see is the inspirational slogan written underneath that is headed "DESTINY."
Why can I not see it?
Because my destiny is obscured by the "crap" that is piled up in front of it.
Receipts, bills, journals, forms... the usual onslaught of paraphernalia which so clutters my frustrated life as a human.

I just thought this was representative of how I feel today.