And I’m still so tired. And it still surprises me. Nothing ever changes. I’m not any closer to knowing what I’m supposed to do with this life. It’s all so bewildering. But no one else seems so confused. They just live. I don’t know how they do that. I can see their direction and imagine the whole journey.
There’s so much to know; so much to learn. I’m not fast enough. It’s not enough. I want so much, but most of it doesn’t even have names. I just want more. And I’d probably be happier if I needed less.