I'm listening to: Iron and Wine - Such Great Heights

I just saw The Bucket List on tv. I think if I had to die soon, I could go quite peacefully. I haven't lived long enough to do all the things I'd like to, but I think I'm keeping good time. I don't believe life is as simple or as complex as people make it out to be; probably somewhere between the two extremes or just a matter of perspective. For that reason, coming to terms with oneself and one's life shouldn't be anything like ramming your head against a brick wall.

I've encountered existential ennui before without realising it. I went to find out a bit more about Lost in Translation, came across this term, and did a spot of research. It's liberating to finally find a name for a feeling I couldn't quite fit in a box - in two words. The entire holiday/break has been a more tangible manifestation or demonstration of this concept in many ways, which accounts for how tired I am of it. I haven't exactly been sitting around at home much and rotting like that, to have been thinking and feeling this way. It's the way in which things have been glinting with their multi-faceted surfaces and projecting their nuances and complexities in loud displays that are just impossible to ignore. And then you realise you've got work to do. You turn down the amps where you can and chuck the rest.

I'll come up with my own list soon =)