In recent conversations with friends, I've told them how trapped I sometimes feel as a student.
I told one working friend that I need more balance in my life, that it seems that all I do is study; she wrote back and told me how she'd been wishing that she could just sit all day in coffeeshops and concentrate on learning. I told a friend in Mozambique how much I wished I were there. She quickly wrote back with a list of reasons she wishes she were here.
Why is it so hard for us to be happy?