What depresses me more than anything. [View all]

[Goodheart]

There's too much world.

There's so much to read, so many movies to see, so many works I know are great but I'll never get around to them. Classics, moderns, life is too short.

Too many skills to master. I'd like to learn the piano, take up woodworking, do my own writing, finally master calculus, and on and on. Can't find the time for it all.

Too many places to see. Too many people to meet and befriend.

I guess it's a lot better than running out of things. But I'm so small within what we DO have that I find it all depressing.

Guess I shouldn't think about it.