“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.”
– John Burroughs quotes (American Essayist and Naturalist, 1837-1921)

I am finding that more and more this sums things up for me. I don’t understand people who can’t fill their hours when there is so much to ponder and wonder about everywhere one looks.

When I was a little girl, I hated school because it interfered with the reading, writing and general exploring of vistas unknown inside myself. I haven’t ever really lost that irritation with the outside world. I am too busy to be bothered by it most of the time, and yet it constantly pokes at me for attention like a pesky little brother on a long car ride.