Dec 12, 2010 21:48
I feel frustrated and stuck. I know there's something more than this to life, to the universe, to everything. There has to be.
I wish I were back at school and working on the Daily, where at least I know I'm making a difference, meeting new people, growing as a person more than I've ever grown before.
I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of discovering something beautiful, transcendent, eternal. I feel it most acutely when I daydream about him - or about myself, about who I'm going to be - or about us, together - or about my future, about all the people I'm going to meet, all the photographs I'm going to take, all the columns I'm going to write, all the arguments I'll have, all the parties I'll rock, all the friends I'll make, all the treatises I'll read, (all the places I'll go).
It's like I was trapped in a dark room and someone opened the door. But all I do is check email, check facebook, check twitter, check tumblr, check LJ, lather, rinse, repeat.
There must be a way to live more fully, to know more, to create more, to explore more, to be more.
But I know that no matter how hard I look, I'm not going to find it in front of a computer screen.