On Adventures
You plan an adventure, having never taken one, and you are aprehensive. But then you take your adventure, and you enjoy it. After a time, though, you long to be home, where you can be sure of your suroundings… but then you get home, and go back to doing work and the usual grind, and you long to be on the adventure again.
And so you loose yourself in fiction, but its not the same. But there’s nothing you can do. Someday, there will be another adventure, but until then the grind is what is.
And so, you make do.