Just before enjoying the fruits of my efforts I feel the wind of restlessness coming my way again. I just wonder when it will touch me... I know it is close.
"a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are forever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties."
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
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