A wasted life, for me, is not about not being able to influence others, or not changing the world…it’s a life spent not feeling truly appreciated. I could do whatever the hell I please, with the intensity of passion that escapes most, and with the insight and wisdom that could silence the sages…but if I don’t feel appreciated in the process, it would amount to sweet nothing for me…whether or not others take from it and enrich their lives in the process will do nothing for the void in mine if the appreciation that I need is never felt. That would be a wasted life for me…and this is why so often my life feels wasted…desolate…empty…bare…
