I'm left wondering like I'm left after every trip abroad, what's the point of life? Why am I living the way I do? Some of this comes from the inevitable yearning for an infrastructure that works. There's working train systems, subways, many other things that work. I never have to worry about my safety. Think most of the wondering comes from being enchanted by living again when i'm in Asia. Things are new, things are interesting. Maybe this isn't sustainable, I did tire after 5 years on the road. I used to have a life in Korea and a life in Japan and could now, which is what might fill me with this melancholy. I need to do some appreciation analysis and remind myself there's a cost for living in environments where you're constantly learning and being stimulated. And that there's a reason I lead the life I do now. NYC was once the only place I wanted to be. Do I just burn through experiences, dooming myself to unhappiness? I noticeably was more stoked about Kamakura because i'd never been there than Osaka which i'd been to many times. Perspective is something else I need to think about. The unexplainable pang in my heart when i'm there and when I leave is still there. I guess I'm still alive! |
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