'Meeeeemories....'
I miss my imagination. I used to have abundance of it as a kid. I was always the one telling stories or coming up with themes when playing, painting up the scenery, sort of. I feel that the dull, tedious work limbo I went thru has stripped me off a majority of my creative output, stress, worry and hurry eating away at my muse's mental health until she decided she'd had enough and decided that she's entitled to vacations and constant sickleaves due to her failing health. *Sigh*
I also had a lot of dreams and aspirations. I'll be an artist, a writer, what-have-you...ten years later, I'm lucky to have got a job in marketing with a dash of graphical work thrown in the mix. Still make a comic on my free time, 'tho...so it's not all gone.
At the end of the day, 'tho, it's hard to think of a lot of things to look forward to, small personal goals and special occasions aside. I just end up thinking about tomorrow's work day, wishing it was already the weekend...repeating the same patterns over and over again.
I'm also a lot more jaded and untrusting, which I find a sad state of affairs. Of course, being fooled and getting the short end of the stick thwacking my head more than once taught me that the world ain't all pastel colours and rainbows, and the people, generally speaking, ain't nice. Goverments, even less so.
I've been getting a bit better in the negativity aspect in the recent year or two (maybe I'm finally growing up. Huh. ) but still, I feel as if I'm less than I was before, with the vast vistas of imagination opening all around me all but a memory to the modern day me.