Why?

There are days and times when i feel a despairing sense of failure. Times when i feel i am standing aside and watching the vibrancy of life pass by. I can feel its throb, its pulse...but i am unable to become a part of that vibrant momentum. Why?? Is it because i am letting the mundane trivialities of everyday routine stagnate my throbbing imagination? I don't know. I need to find out. Probably i am being selfish. Probably i just need to write more.