The thought i've suppressed for a lot of time : I'm leading a random life. I don't see myself making any growth. Yes i've met new people, i've had fun, its new life, but I'm not learning, I don't have that time and attention for myself anymore.
I feel as if i'm stagnating.
I like *work*, but sometimes, after saying it so many times, the nagging thought in some dark little corner of my brain is : Do i really like it or do i say i like it?
I hate mediocrity and yet haven't learnt to live with it.
Stagnation.
Sometimes i wish i could take a year off. And do thing i LIKE. Paint. Read. Travel. Be with myself. Learn. Grow. Discover.
Sadly, thats not a pleasure i can allow myself. No, i would not do that even if i could, since there's so much *decided* in the scheme of things, that I just can't break away.
But i'm growing dissatisfied by the minute. I feel random. I feel lost. Professionally, no. But in all other aspects, yes. RANDOM.
I make random friends. I want relationships with a firm grounding. Conversations with a meaning. The whole world of social interactions, with more meaning.
Stagnation is the key word here.