I don't know what to do with myself.
Everything I do/learn, it seems I always do/learn the hard way, the long way, the tedious way. I wish I were a more intelligent being - something Mephisto thought he could mold me into, but might've since given up - and not so limited by ... I don't know; maybe I'd created those (illusions of?) limitations myself.
And maybe I should learn contentment, and stop wanting more.
But I know I'll never be contented with contentment.
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