Unfulfilled

It is a strange feeling, how unfulfilled I can be at times. I had another pang of it just now while heading home from my walk. I suppose what hurts is that everything is starting to feel routine. There are few truly new experiences, and I guess the best description for what I am feeling now is empty. Truly, I have achieved some things, and I guess life in general is going pretty well, but something's still missing. I can't really put a finger on it, though.

I guess I got a hint of what did get my blood pumping during martial arts class. It was a good feeling. The thrill of the hunt, as I put it, though that still felt somewhat unsatisfying. Perhaps I had simply not sated my bloodlust for too long. Well, whatever it is, the fact remains that I still feel somewhat empty inside, and there's a tingling urge for me to do something about it.

I went out today to get a feel of the camera in my hands again. I've not walked my gear for some time, and my trigger finger was itching. I am always conflicted whenever it comes to taking my camera for a walk. On one paw I am never thrilled to go out while the sun is blazing. On the other, that's probably the best time to grab shots given the excellent lighting. Ah, well.