It's 1:30 am on a Sunday night, and there are birds chirping outside. I can hear their high pitched twitters echoing into the forest. And I still feel it. From when I first felt it years ago, I still feel that calling. I have that almost-but-not-quite-there-yet feeling of curious misplacement. Like I've lost something, or maybe just haven't found something yet. Something tells me that there's more for me out there. That I haven't yet reached my intended path, but when I do I'll know it, and I'll feel it, and it will feel like nothing I've ever felt before. An acceptance and contentedness I can only now dream of.