As much as I do love books, I can see where you're coming from. A couple of days ago I was thinking about how small my life feels; I'd like to travel, I wish I could produce some work of literature or art, I'd like to connect more with people (my comfort zone is me, myself, and I), I'd like to do...something bigger, I guess. But what do I do? I read other people's lives, real or imaginary, and other people's philosophies and ideas. Where are mine? Where's my life? Books...they're great...but they're not enough.
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Date: 2008-01-22 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-22 05:26 pm (UTC)Oops, sorry to rant all over your lj!