I think I’ve pinpointed where most of my discomfort with life comes from. It comes from my refusal to adapt. But because I don’t adapt, I feel like I have more ideas with more and more popping up at a faster rate than ever before. It seems like the older you get, the more ideas you get. (This may be the only good thing about getting older.)
The problem is that my path has its own life and the decisions don’t come easily.