I'm here in this beautiful city, in my nearly perfect apartment, the light of the sunset is falling through my floor-length windows, I got a raise in my job, can do whatever I want. I can come and leave when I want, have people to do my bidding. My boss thinks I'm his go-to guy and thinks the world of me (even though he silently suspects I'm a bit lazy). My job ultimately helps people with uncurable disorders, I'm on a steep career track.
Still... I want... something else? something different? something... more? Something that will lighten up my life, something to brighten my nights. Something that I can't stop smiling when I think about it.
The fact of the matter is this: I know I can do something amazing with my life. What I don't know is if what I'm doing right now is this amazing thing. And it's killing me.