Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty alright. My health is piss-poor, but getting better. Most of the relationships that I have lost, ruined, or neglected have either been fixed, rekindled, or turned out to not matter in the first place. Some still need a little work, but I have slowly been easing back into that, so I know they will get it. I’m at the end of my seemingly-never-ending-spring-cleaning horrors. I’m getting older and I’m happy about it.
The problem is, the changes in my daily life have made my overall existence a bit… well… lame. My life is kind of boring. It’s funny – half a decade back, I was begging for a boring life. Now I have it, and I don’t like it. I want more. I want to travel more. I want to do more. I want to be more happy, more often. I want to read more. I want to have more space. I want to get more close. I want to learn more. I want to forget more.
I’m not exactly sure where this post is going, so I’ll wrap it up quickly. I’m pretty alright with my life and my whole me thing going one, but now I want more out of life.
tl;dr – More?
Man, even this post was boring. What’s my deal?