So much has changed for me in the last decade. I used to chase constant excitement, always looking for culture at every corner; now I bask in the quiet, the anti-chaos. My world has gotten bigger (I can travel now!) but smaller in my day-to-day. I've learned to accept the small things, while still dreaming of bigger things. Just feeling content with the mundane is okay. On the flip side, I'm also mad at myself for not achieving my writing goals yet and I'll be 32 this year. I just am dilly dallying for no reason except fear. Stupid.
As for the Daisy-Gatsby complex—chasing the past— is part of being human. I've met so many people, as I'm sure you have, that glorify their high school or college days, that they hit their prime then, and only talk about that time period of their lives. It's pretty sad, but I'm guilty of doing it too.
So much has changed for me in the last decade. I used to chase constant excitement, always looking for culture at every corner; now I bask in the quiet, the anti-chaos. My world has gotten bigger (I can travel now!) but smaller in my day-to-day. I've learned to accept the small things, while still dreaming of bigger things. Just feeling content with the mundane is okay. On the flip side, I'm also mad at myself for not achieving my writing goals yet and I'll be 32 this year. I just am dilly dallying for no reason except fear. Stupid.
As for the Daisy-Gatsby complex—chasing the past— is part of being human. I've met so many people, as I'm sure you have, that glorify their high school or college days, that they hit their prime then, and only talk about that time period of their lives. It's pretty sad, but I'm guilty of doing it too.