My life is approaching a standstill where routine is trump. I’m running out of new friends and conversation topics. Everything is bland and uninteresting. I feel my creativity stalling and the words I write less meaningful. To be frank, I’m bored, and the only cure is somewhere foreign. A new adventure, a new storyline, and new people to motivate and influence me. I’m not satisfied; those who are – or claim to be – are either lying to themselves or are ignorant to reality. People who settle frustrate me because they no longer aspire towards greatness or perfection. Everyday I sacrifice my self in order to gain unforeseen, incalculable wisdom. I am in limbo, and I’ve extracted what value it begets.