Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

I want to live.

This isn't a novel concept, it's a universal one.  I sure think it is at least; saying anything is universal is about as ridiculous as claiming to know anything about the universe at all.  Perhaps an understatement, but all we really know is that "it's there."  The same can be said for life.  It's there, and then it's not, and then it goes on.  This is about life, or perhaps about the lack of one lately.

Over the last 2.5 years I've wrote the following things on life, my life, across various blogs or other emails I've kept private.  Looking back at one of them now, it reaffirms something that I've already known for quite some time.

July 8, 2012:
I've also realized that I'm no longer content with my job of the last 2+ years. Although I can't point to any one specific reason why, there are a number of things that come to mind to portray the feelings I have about work.

• The attitude among employees is more about 'survive' than 'thrive'
• The work seems meaningless, uninteresting, and not worthy of my full efforts
• I feel as though I've reached my full growth potential and have no interest in doing the same task for another X years

At the end of the newest Spiderman movie, an English teacher is making a statement about how it's said that there are ten different themes that exist in all fiction writing. She counters this argument by saying there is really only one, "Who am I?" It's an interesting statement, and I think one that does not entirely remain solely in the realm of fiction writing. In fact, I think it's a question that I'm attempting to answer currently.
Reading this - eight months later - it's interesting to see that exactly nothing had changed about my opinion of where I was compared to how I felt the day I put in my notice.  It seems that I always knew I wasn't living and wasn't ready to take the plunge and find out what else life had to offer.  Now that I have, I can still say that I have no idea.  I'm not sure what will happen next, but with various phone calls and interviews along the way, in addition to the constant thought of a bit of travel, I'm sure that something will come along.