I wonder if I will ever feel like my life has been spent on worthwhile activities. Will I be plagued with a constant feeling like there is something bigger and better to experience, do, see, be a part of? If so, I won’t be prepared for it. Such a scary thing to fail on the large scale. Maybe it is better to be a big fish in a small pond, but then everyone has a better line of sight to see those public failures.
The older I get, the more I happen to find out it’s not just the skin that’s yellow, and it’s not a refusal of American culture. It’s trying to find a way to bridge the two.
That’s all for now. I’ll keep you posted.