I know life isn't "fair", but every now and then, I wish it could be just a little more just.

I firmly believe that all people spend some amount of time wishing they could be in two places at once, or at the bare minimum, somewhere else.

Lately, I've been wishing I could be in several places at once. Or at least somewhere else for a little while. I don't want a vacation, I think I just need a change.

In my book, one of the most satisfying feelings in the world is toiling over a difficult project, finishing it, physically and emotionally drained, standing up, dusting the dirt and crud off yourself, clapping your hands together and saying "This is it, I'm done! Look at what I've completed!"

You look around in the hopes that some bystander has wandered by, in the vain belief that they will be impressed by your achievement. Realizing that you are standing alone, there is a small feeling of a air escaping from your heart, deflating it just a little. Turning your focus back to the testament of your efforts, your heart balloons in size, larger than ever. Disbelief sets in, marked by a stupid grin. "By my hand, I've done this. Force of will, talent, and diligence, it truly is an accomplishment."

Walking away, your mind is already searching for the next challenge. You feel as though you can accomplish anything, so what next? If the world is feeling particularly poetic, perhaps you will feel a chill as the sun dips below the horizon.

I can't remember the last time I felt this way.

So many people are looking for happiness in different places. Attention, thrills, love. Why don't we hear about accomplishment seekers?

I know I accomplish something on a daily basis, but I crave more. I crave that sense of finality and success. I like my job, I like where I live, but I want more. I am not unhappy with my lot in life, but I need that sense of accomplishment.

There used to be a lot more to this, but as a relatively conscientious blogger, my desire to share my thoughts has been tempered by my fear of the results.