Are we there yet?
So yesterday, my friend (since childhood), B, msg'd me:
I find it funny, (sad) and comforting?, that I'm not the only one who doesn't know what to do with their life. Everyone is flailing around, trying to figure things out.
At what point can I just relax, though? How long will I have to "keep searching" for that elusive thing that will make my life feel at peace?
This feeling of striving for more. What is the more? Why do I have this perpetual unease with just being in life? I can't seem to shake it.
I'm not referring to the relationships in my life but rather my life's purpose through creative pursuits. I want to work towards something meaningful. Make, create, build...a thing. Something I can call my own that encapsulates how I perceive the world around me.
John Baldessari 1997
Maybe I need to immerse myself in new things. Try different mediums. Start with the end in mind; work my way backward.