I've been thinking about talent. You know, as in, how some people seem to be really good at everything they do? They run marathons, create cool web-sites, play three musical instruments, bake cookies so yummy that people will pay money for them, look really well-put-together all the time, and ... you get the idea.
I don't do anything very well. I can do many things pretty decently, but there's no single activity that I am really good at. Does this make sense? I'm not even very good at my job, which is what I spend most time doing. So what's wrong?
I've been daydreaming about moving to an angmo country, or at least, spending some time back in Sydney, where complexions are rosy in winter, cab drivers discuss books with you, and coffee tastes just this much better. Any country where people don't hustle and push their way into buses/trains/shops/toilets/anything, don't slam the door on old ladies, and don't feel they have the right to make you work more than 50 hours a week. I want to move to a country where people can go to nature reserves and long drives through wine country during the weekends, where trees are more noticeable than malls, and it's not always about having the latest`it' handbag.
I've been reminiscing about a younger me.
I can't believe how uncivilized I've become.