Crater Lake, Or
Some days I’m unsure whether I should accept circumstances- or fight them. Is it time to give up on living ten lives? And instead live one or two?
So many places I want to go. So many jobs I want to master. So many lifestyles left unexplored. Physicist, biologist, anthropologist, animal conservationist, science teacher, book writer, travel writer…when is it time to give up? Or do I keep barraging myself? Criticizing myself for not being able to make definite progress in any one field. Instead, feeding all interests, simultaneously, ineffectively.
Why is there a burning inside me? One that won’t go away unless I’m fantasizing about the day that I have achieved all these goals?
I don’t want to give up… I want to fight. How much longer will I be able to fight, I wonder.