This weekend, I went for an impromptu seaside trip with the bloke. A comment he made was ‘I guess I just don’t know when to be satisfied with what I’ve got’.

Anyways, it took me on an interesting thought path, to me, at least.

When is enough enough? As much as I find my own life very satisfying, I’m always pushing for more. I already know that I’m prone to getting depressed if I don’t have something in life to aim for.

I guess the conclusion I came to is appreciate what you have, but don’t ever stop trying to be more. It’s hard to see the point if you run out of goals. May not have been what the bloke was expecting to hear, but I stand by it, since I’m pretty much the same.

I think I also just talked myself out of ever retiring. Oops! Will I ever be satisfied with life? Only when I’m working towards something else, which is probably one of the most circular things I have ever come out with.

My current goal – get revenge on the bloke, since he beat me by 3 points on crazy golf. Inspite of me cheating slightly.