I have to be careful. This is a fairly pivotal point in my life.
I'm in real danger, I think, of reverting back to how I was in my 30s. I wasted my 30s. I felt safe and secure and fucking content, but I wasted them. It wasn't until 2003 that things changed. That I changed.
These last several years might not have been safe, or secure, but I was never bored. And there were quite a few moments of genuine happiness in there, sprinkled atop the misery. And the hope, the hope was beyond awesome.
I miss the hope.
Amyway, this last week, for the first time in a very long time, I've felt safe. Except for the occasional bullshit which I hope will eventually taper off to nothing, I can live my life without fear.
Problem is, I don't think it's really living. Lack of fear is one thing. Lack of hope or ambition or desire is a totally different thing. Contentedness is not an option for me. Not anymore. I can't let it happen.
I want joy, or I want misery.
I do want to live. I just need a new definition, I think. New meaning.
On the other hand, I was a much better pool player back then.
Maybe what you need for the new meaning is to find a new purpose.
What's something that you've always wanted to do but never done?
posted by: NakedGirl | January 7, 2011 9:36 AM
Well, see that's the problem. I still feel like my life has the same meaning and purpose it's had for years. It's quite annoying, actually.
posted by: dave | January 7, 2011 9:40 AM