It puzzles me, truly, how someone like you who is so fortunate and lucky can afford to give up so much. You have a university degree. You have lived halfway across the world. And I suspect because you have actually had things easy, never had to starve or feel truly at a loss, because you have always been fortunate like that to have women who take you under your wing, you have forgotten how to live.
You spend your days, most days, slaying monsters on your computer screen. They're not even new monsters. They're old ones that you've slain a thousand times before.
You surf the net looking for the next get-rich-quick scheme that isn't a scam as if it exists.
You clam up when a problem in the real world occurs. You refuse to play ball. You don't want to face the fact that you're over forty and in real terms flat broke with no real asset to your name except your car.
And you have a university degree. And every reason to succeed in this country.
Maybe you live in Finisterre. Maybe that's where you belong.
But I don't.
Even on its shores, the shores of your end of the world, I am still gazing out to sea, wondering what it will take to build a boat, so I can sail to the horizon and discover what is on the other side.
Maybe that, is the difference.
