rant

I need to get away. I need to find myself a place where my thoughts can be left alone, away from any outside influences. Just me and nature. I want to read and write. All day, every day. Run around a forest, go swimming, go fishing or hunting. I want to have a garden. A beautiful garden medley.

Im frustrated. Im getting so frustrated. I feel like there’s potential Im not living up to. i was just having this conversation with my sister. When asked how I’m doing the response is great. Could I be doing better? of course. I could always be doing better. I’m not the best. But I’m great. I feel like I’m discontent. How do you know that you know? Is it possible that I’m never really really happy because I know there is always better? If i decide that I’m amazing, at the pinnacle of my satisfaction… does that mean that I’m settling? Do i need to find pure satisfaction is my progress? and embrace my efforts as the best I have to offer? will I be selling myself short? I feel that I just may.