>>22516How strange. Was this really me, just a year ago?
Many things can happen in a year. I have left my dead-end airline job to be paid reasonably well for writing strange spells in unorthodox languages full of parentheses. I've made friends with likeminded people, that I feel that I can rely upon. I am learning things, and building things. I have something resembling a routine, and some sense of progress. If this gambit works out, then we're laying the foundation for things that might outlive us all. If not, hell, at least I'm having fun.
But not all is rosy. Our family is drifting apart, and, although this is natural and probably even rather late, I feel like I'm not nearly as bothered about it as I should be. I have lots to do, and yet there is ennui. Daily life is calm, and yet I find that I am easily irritated. I am learning, I am making an effort, and yet I feel like I will never catch up to what I should've already known. "No matter fast you run, you will never catch up to those who have been running for their whole life." But, most importantly, there is this nagging feeling, this background noise, rearing it's ugly head on the idleness between daily life, telling me that none of this is quite enough, that I am not really happy, that something in what I am doing is wrong, that there is something that I have missed.
But let's not dwell on that too much, for the time being. It is supposed to be a happy day, after all. This is one of my favorite songs, I hope you like it too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEFsBYlXI3A 
