Sometimes life or time just does not move fast enough. I want to embrace the world at once and I have to wait for due course, whatever that might be. I feel a sense of urgency for the next minute, year, for whatever is next. This is not related to a sense of ennui; I have about as much going on in life as I can handle at the moment (with welcome pauses to relax, of course), but out of a craving for the next challenge or the next conversation that will spark some dormant passion in me.
I feel awake, restive. There is life to be lived, there are stories to be told. Right now I feel like I would make a terrible Buddhist because the moment does not suffice no matter how good it is.
I feel awake, restive. There is life to be lived, there are stories to be told. Right now I feel like I would make a terrible Buddhist because the moment does not suffice no matter how good it is.
geckogirl:
i typically dont have any trouble spoiling myself from time to time. i was morally opposed to the resurgence of the designer jeans tread. they could be responsible for much of the misery of my middle school years (circa Jordash, Calvins, Gloria Vanderbilt)
valentxne:
you got the link wrong, but i fixed it. but thanks, i can't wait to start riding in your town. excitement abounds!