Not getting it

If I know what I want out of life, why am I not going after it? Why am I sitting around waiting for it to happen? Like a shooting star, or a stray eyelash; can I wish my life into what it should be?

I'm full of questions and there isn't an answer for one of them. I feel hypocritical. I push people. I push people so much they exceed farther than anything they could have ever imagined. WHY CAN'T I DO THAT FOR MYSELF?

It's true what I say, I can help anyone and everyone but myself.
I need to write meaningful things.
I need a revelation.
I need a push.
I need sleep.