I Confess... to be an exhausted live-er

How can someone truly accept that they will never amount to anything?
You work so hard ...late hours, no parties, rolled up green free hands...
but in the end, your life gets in the way and then ...it all ends.
You are left with yourself and what life has done to you
and not what you have done with it.
Is this fair? Is this just?
Why even make an effort anymore ? ...just to have hope?
What the hell is hope anyways?!
Hope is intending for a desired destiny
..one that will never come because, Life ...
Yes, Life! ...that uncontrollable thing you're in
...has its own plans for you
Plans that you clearly have no say in.
So, no need to buckle up; no need to turn on the car ...
You're not headed anywhere special.
In fact, the car will crash before you even get to whatever unrealistic destiny you chose.
So, good luck my friend ... this confessor has given up hope and everything that comes with it
... which is nothing...