I think the cause for the angst I’ve felt the past few weeks stems from my continual entrapment in a web of unrealized dreams.
I have, in my life, managed to strive towards all sorts of dreams which have either failed miserably or turned out to be something other than I had imagined. In all realms of life: personal, education, work, faith.
I am thirsty. I want to never be thirsty.
I want to not be so focused on all the things I do not have and am lacking, rather I want to focus on what I do have. What do I have? Besides this unquenchable thirst.