b.cognosco

[...] I mean, this is my life, my one and only non-karmic, soul-searching, God-finding, art-making life according to current beliefs... at some point I'm going to have to accept that I've either reached my slot or will never find it, but one hopes that it would come with the reward of achievement and job satisfaction, and that I would not read articles titled What To Do With My Life [b] with any sort of empathy or envy for those who know. I guess I'm still young, by some standards. I feel old. I feel like I've wasted years, that I'm not moving quick enough, that I'm not risking enough or experiencing enough, that the cold grip of death is tangling its fingers with my own. [...]