I'm in that quater-life limbo funk at the moment. I have a potential opportunity looming that consists of a few years hard word and then a likely substantial payout if it goes to plan. Not 'fuck you' money by any means, but it would be enough to let me do what ever I want for the foreseeable future. Especially as I'm careful with money anyway. It's in an area I've never really had a desire to be in, but I could be good in it regardless. Spinning round in my mind as I think about it are the lyrics from Porcupine Tree's song Time Flies:

But after a while

you realise time flies

And the best thing that you can do

is take whatever comes to you

I was wondering whether this was that cliché point where I give up on my dreams, but then I realised I never actually had any. I've pursued music because I receive positive feedback from the world for it, and it's about the only thing right now that exhibits the power to summon any sort of strong emotion within me. But I've never had any sort of grand vision or point to prove with it. I just follow whims.

Time will tell.