A funny thing happens when you miss someone badly enough. I can be in a room full of friendly faces, surrounded by laughter and celebration, but to me, it’s all just light and noise. I’ll smile and make small talk, but it’s all a performance. The truth is, I’m someplace else with you.
I cannot be still for long. There is a riot in me all the time. A needy, restless voice in my heart endlessly urging me onward. I ache for new experiences and my hunger for adventure is boundless. My entire life is a perpetual loop of longing for something else.
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.