I've been fantasizing about a day where I wake up and feel like a new person. All of my worn out socks are gone, I have an understanding of where everything I have belongs, and why its there, and there is space for new things to come in. I remember the day where I fell asleep in my dorm bunk, and it felt like a whole new chapter of my life had begun. I want to recapture that moment in an environment that will help me become something worthwhile and fulfilling.
I think that eventually things all end up making sense. Either that or they disappear. There will come a time where I'll be able to just get out of my own way. I can't force the fruits of my work to grow quicker than they will, but I still have to sow the seeds.
These have been very short and off the cuff so far, tomorrow I'll set aside some dedicated writing time.