Most things we write come out of a moment of enthusiasm
Interesting discussions last night, and I have decided that self-fulfillment is not synonymous with being happy. Or at least, a general state of all encompassing happiness.
Right now, I am at uni, studying things that I find invigorating and inspiring; working in a job I enjoy on a casual basis; and living in a lovely home with my lovely boyfriend. But I do not find it wholelyfulfilling. I have been living in this lovely house since last october, and already I have at itching to move, to do more, to see more and to be more. That isn’t to say that at the exact same time I do not enjoy being there; I love having my own kitchen to bake in, a safe place for all my books, shoes and memorable keepsakes. I don’t think I feel the same way about it as my boyfriend, who enjoys coming home ot his house, simply because it is his and he owns it. He is happy with life. I am sort of torn.
As my mother always says, do the best with what you’ve got where you are.