The cure for restlessness is rest.

The world is a very big place. And now we have have 7 billion of us, occupying the same space. How we will all find our place in this world? Assuming that there is a place for each of us.

And to think it all came from a dense mass of energy and light that could fit neatly in a matchbox and into your pocket. Then the big bang, the universe was set in motion.

When I think about the days anymore, they seem to just come and pass without much to them. I start on Monday, and close my eyes and it's now next Monday. Sitting on the train, staring into expressionless faces and the sleepyheads trying to squeeze in one more hour of rest before a long day. For instance, the janitor who cleans the bathroom in the office has no sign of youth or life left in him. In passing, you can't see his pupils. You have to stand right in front of him, at face level, to look into his soul. And even then, there's hardly any spark left in his old bones. So he stands there and waits for everyone to finish shitting. Then he gets to work.

This is what I think about when I'm asked by a potential employer: "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

In five years, I see myself as an old man, standing around a bathroom with a mop. With how fast time has been going lately, five years may as well be 50 years. I think that for many of us, our place in the world is not a geographical one. It's a state of resignation, or as the dictionary defines:

Unresisting acceptance of something as inescapable; submission

Some birds travel across continents to escape the winter air and others stand around garbage fires and furnace exhaust vents.

The world really is a beautiful place, and remains a beautiful place for many. But it's also an absurd one. And absurdity is a human creation. Integrating into the absurdity is when the last skin of youth begins to shed. Time also passes by much quicker, and so we don't view weeks or months or seasons as really as significant or important as they once were. It'll probably be months from now until I even consider trying to do anything creative again. I find a lot of comfort in knowing that I'm a piece of the universe, and that I am created from it. But I also find some comfort in knowing that I will have come and passed, and it'll only be a fraction of a millisecond as far as the universe is concern. I'm not sure how to answer the question "Where do you see yourself in five years?"