Ennui Again

As our sentence in limbo extends indefinitely out before us I feel frustrated by inactivity; I feel passion and energy and life bubbling inside, I am ready to do something but life is holding me still keeping blinders over my eyes. I suppose the notion that any life could be overflowing, that moment after moment would be charged with emotion, that incredible joy would be waiting to be discovered out there, is childish. We distill out the salient moments and find that each life holds an amazing story, we hear or read the stories of others and become inspired by 100 words or an autobiography but in the living there are so many more moments of waiting, of expectation, of reflection, of questioning . . . Is this the right path? Perhaps these are the moments when we truly become who we are rather than a laundry list of what we have done.