Sometimes I fantasize about living another life.
And sometimes I find myself fantasizing about being in that other life, fantasizing about being back in this one.
And part of me wonders if this is just the human condition: to constantly imagine and desire all the other possibilities in lieu of the incredible opportunities that have already come together to give us the life we have today.
And part of me wonders if this will always be a mental program running in the background: dreaming, fantasizing, scheming, desiring, wishing, wondering—and if it’s something worth turning off (and practicing more present gratitude) or turning up (and letting imagination run wild to paint a masterpiece that we can ambitiously reverse engineer our way to).
And part of me wonders if, like most things in life, it’s some kind of combination of the two…