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Answers to Rhetorical Questions

I'm left today with a pronounced feeling of undeniable confusion and regret. How did I get here.  To this point. I sit at work and I cry at my desk, if only for a hasty moment of feeling trapped and unhappy. I'm here, I cannot help that, but I can make a decision to leave for greener grass.  I scan the job sites for something I'm trained for.  Sinking unhappiness filling my stomach.  Time for a change.  But what.  With bills, with a family, with too much training in one area.  The perils of the middle.  When did I become this old.  I feel the urge to call my parents and demand they tell me how to live my life.  I stay, hoping tomorrow something changes.  While screaming to myself to be the change but failing to discover how to change it.