i am now experiencing envy. i somewhat envy colleagues who are still out there in the field, being out there in the middle of the action. writing stories that matter. asking questions of utmost importance. writing stories that could rock the world.

but then, just thinking about the effort…and as someone said, i should prioritize the things that are most important in life.

i am stuck between a rock and a hard place.

but i am afraid of being forgotten, buried under the printing press.