Sometimes I feel like an animal trapped in a cage. I should be outside roaming the streets, traveling, meeting new and exciting people, collecting stories. But I'm not doing that. I'm trading this for quiet, comfortable life and 9-7 job.
And here I am. Meeting noone (almost), visiting the same places in my city, trying laboriously to do something with myself. To find something to fill my time. But the time should not be filled. It should be cherished and spend well if there only is a chance. We have too little time to waste it.
And the world is so big and there are so many things to do and try :)