I always seem tot be drawn towards stories or pictures or moments of meaning, of life and of connection but have I actively pursued that this year? No, not really. I long to experience life's great triumphs of human spirt and discovery, of kindled souls and moments that are meaningful or light or shocking or inspiring. But truthfully I have often just hauled my self up to my cupboard room and procrastinated, by myself, on my own. How am I supposed to 'taste the fruit of life' by myself? Not that I haven't had great experiences this year I just look back and know that I could have been much more involved. I can't be annoyed that I don't have deep meaningful friendships or a bunch of great "university" experiences if I didn't put myself out there so to speak. The longing is there but there's a disconnect between fantasy and action in the real world. A daydream believer...
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