Life in a nutshell.

I've heard it said that if every person's problem's in the entire world were thrown into a pot and redistributed we would all be jostling to get our own problems back.

That's probably true.

But still.

Sometimes I get pretty fed up with myself and just wish that I could go hibernate or temporarily inhabit someone else's body or, I don't know, become a Tibetan monk or something.

Instead I'm moving to Africa next week.

I guess that's the next best thing?

To quote a poem I learned in elementary school:

I'm lost.
I've gone to look for myself.
If I should return before I get back,
Please ask me to wait.

I don't know a lot of things. Least of all myself.

For now all I can say is that I go to seek a great perhaps.