It’s never enough to fulfill the nonstop desire to create. I feel an incessant, animalistic drive to continue pursuing whichever direction feels right on a day to day basis.

None of these things pay me especially well in worldly ways, the ones that allow me to buy shiny things I don’t need, and maybe that’s completely fine. Maybe the fulfillment I feel every time I work on a project or create something from nothing is the payment.

Maybe it’s never going to be enough and I’ll always be searching for more to do, more to be, more to feel. Maybe it will all make sense some day and maybe it won’t.

I still can’t help but see myself standing still in the river of time as the world passes me by, an observer of it all. Always more than a little out of place, but never bothered by the fact.

I’ve yet to find a place in this world that made sense to me, but it won’t stop me from trying to make one.