You know what frustration is? It's when you look at the sky and realize that you are nothing on the scale of universe. You are nothing, one day you'll die and become nothing and will never come to discover the mysteries of whatever is out there, deep in space. You'll never even get to get out of this planet.
Life goes on. But every time you look up in the sky, you feel this frustration, the feeling just haunts you. The pain is almost physical. It hurts. What wouldn't you give to be out there, flying among the stars? In the cold, vast darkness, among the infinite number of galaxies and solar systems.
Next goal - buying a telescope. This is how close I will ever get to this dream. A damn telescope.
I should really play some Mass Effect, or even read the Expanse again. Watch Star Trek maybe? What should I do to relieve this longing? Will it ever go away?