Great exerpt from Diary by Chuck Palahniuk

[nat_marion]

Even with her full-leg cast and her little bag of piss, Misty wants to be outside. As an artist, you organize your life so you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.

The truth is, if Misty were on the beach, she'd be looking up at this window, dreaming of being a painter.

The truth is, wherever you chose to be, it's the wrong place.