I'm having that fun part of life where I realize that I'm not even on a path towards something. I'm nowhere even close to something like a crossroads, and as I look around me, I see a barren landscape of white and grey; a land like a canvas that begs for this lone brush to give it color when this brush doesn't even have any colors to chose from.
I've realized that a lot of what people do (including myself) is to do things to gain some form of significance, whether it be through power (ie politicians, dictators, wealthy fat cats) or through its polar opposite pure attention (as in the masochistic kind). Yet throughout life, I've felt that one