There’s so much to do, so much to think, so much to write, but so often I feel oppressed and unable to do whatever it is I want to.
I need to start living my life again, on my terms. It’s not gonna be easy but it’ll kill a lot slower than suffocating in this sludge.
May all your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you.
Of the gladdest moment in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of civilization, man feels once again happy.