Still True

I ran across this old blog entry from about 3 years ago on a now defunct blog o' mine. It still holds true, albeit without the sense of crazed desperation I felt back then.

I find it physically painful to restrain the urge to keep driving ... and driving and driving and driving ...

I want to go everywhere. I want to do marvelous things. I want to be in very specific somewheres at very specific sometimes.

I want to eat everything on the planet simultaneously. I want to drink anything until I burst. So long as it's cold.

I want to feel sick. Lovesick, homesick, carsick, sick from being full. Sick from simply being well too long.

I don't want to be HERE, doing whatever THIS is.

I want to feel fulfilled. I want to feel validated. I want to create things I'm actually proud of.

I want to be unafraid. I want to be unconcerned.

I want to be emotionally transparent. I want to be intellectually stimulated. I want to be free.

I want to weep from the pure hope of it all.

I want to be many things that I am not, nor will I ever be ... because I simply don't have the capacity.

But, mostly, I don't want to have to try. And so it goes ...