I am plagued constantly by this notion of "want". What I want out of life, what it needs from me. I had always hoped there was an end to that questioning, an answer to I am a _______ . As I get older I realize no such answer exists. A #2 pencil isn't needed. I think about returning to school, but I promised myself I wouldn't go until I was certain I knew what for.
Even a jury gets reasonable doubt.