The quiet implosion

.. and that unshakable feeling of missing something. Like a void to be filled. A hole in my soul.

Life's been pretty darn awesome though. We're struggling through confidence intervals and the central limit theorem, and we hit 2C temperatures this week, but knowing that the 35 of us are in it together makes all the difference.

I finally got to see Daughtry in the flesh, the digital student ambassador thing is working out well, AIESEC's on the books, and Three cups of tea keeps me company every night. Cinnamon buns and fikas are a daily ritual, my autumn photography collection is growing exponentially, and Stockholm still keeps us mystified and wanting to explore more.

Yet there are days when I come home, drained and brain dead, and settle into a feeling of.. loneliness I guess. It's not homesickness, and it's not the feeling of missing family or friends. It's more a profound awareness of being just a face in the crowd sometimes, an insignificant entity.

'Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself' - George Bernard Shaw

Maybe I need to give that one a shot :)