I feel like I am spending my life sputtering about. Full of great ideas and
ambitions but at the same time feeling like I am not solid enough to create
anything of importance. It is a sense of floating anxiety. Like there
is somewhere else to go and I haven't even gotten around to building my own rocket ship to get there.But then I remember that my life is very beautiful. That life itself
is the goal and here I am is where I need to be.