strange.

i was talking to chrissy about sitting outside and watching the rain, or a thunderstorm. she said she would go outside and listen to opera, and drink tea. i said i would go outside with my writing journal and just write. anything, everything that came to mind. she said she wished she could write, and that she envied my "skillz". i told her that it takes practice, and that i still have quite a ways to go. then, a question came to me.

"is it even possible to really go as far as you can in the short amount of time we have in life?"

i wonder, can we? can we ever reach our full potential? how do we know if we've reached it? will we have a feeling or satisfaction in the fact that we've achieved it? or will we be left with a feeling of emptiness, now that our goal in life is complete? bask in the glory or lose meaning in life?

is it possible to ever answer these questions?