I often find myself stranded in the frustrating void somewhere between aspiration and normality. A seemingly endless list of projects - minor to major - stretching over millenia, needing to be completed within the span of one insignificant little life. How frustrating it is when the utopian world I can so clearly envision in my mind routinely fails to come to fruition.
I can see the things that should be; the things that are but shouldn't. I can see the things that are there, but are not as efficient as they should be. I can see the things we could (and should) do without; the wastes. And I see the many things we need to finally let go of and move on from.
I see them all.