Lately, I don't feel fulfilled- or maybe I've finally realised that I don't accomplish much. This bareness I'm feeling makes me anxious, makes me want to venture more but I can't quite unveil the vagueness.
I wish I am more of an opportunist. I know that I can do so much by just stepping out of my cistern. But I don't. And they say, things won't come dropping from the sky by just wishing. You have to work for it - and that's the root of all my problems.
I have been grappling too. On quite a number of things, actually. Makes me wonder whether I have sidetracked that much. I yearn for something. I long for that hole to be filled in. I miss that soothing feeling that pulls me back, whenever I know I have gone a tad too far astray.
I want that familiar contentment. Where is it, I wonder?
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