I am tired but cannot sleep. I feel the need to check email every 5 minutes. I feel incomplete, like I missed something or forgot to do something. I cannot sit down and read a book or see a movie. I feel like the time is crumbling underneath my feet like quicksand and I must keep moving else fall to my demise. There is so much to do and so little time.
None of it really matters. I have everything I need. But not everything I want. The distance between those two desires is the source of happiness and misery.
And not for the first time, I wonder where I want to go even though I know where I am going. I wonder if they are the same place.