So, as I fill out a volunteer shift sheet, I ponder/reflect on the action/inaction of my life. The good, the bad, the ugly - the times when I have acted as a responsible member of society (particularly in an attempt to make sense of our plight as humans) and the other times when I have been, well, let's just say morally ambiguous. In first grade, I spent a lot of time "in the corner," which would usually result in me bawling my eyes out.
Sometimes I find myself thinking I should be doing more, but doing more of what? Could I really be that languid and apathetic? Has the life I have led made my ambitions somnolent?