Sometimes I like to revisit the 2013 film, “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”.  Most times, not the whole movie, perhaps just the music or the trailer every once and a while.  It makes me feel just a little bit more alive.  Right now, I’m simply feverishly writing thoughts and feelings as they come… Essentially, doing nothing much besides dreaming.  Education is great.  Education is important.  I know this.  I enjoy life here–the work, the stress, the cold–though it is not amazing and wonderful all the time, I like where I am.  After all, the more one accrues knowledge, the stronger the lust for more.  But some days when I am stuck in the mundane, when my body fidgets and screams, “Move!”  When my mind is restless and my lungs feel heavy, when my throat feels just as choked as I perceive myself to be within the confines of this small university, that is when I start to crave something else.  “There must be more than this,” I tell myself.  “There must be more than typing and planning and working and breathing.  I am not fully alive here.”  My entire being longs for–craves for–something more, something greater.  In the movie, Walter was the same way.  The one word to describe him was mundane.  But he stepped out of his world to experience a grander one.  He went from working in a basement to long boarding toward an erupting volcano.  How epic!  How sublime!  How envious am I that he was able to experience so much of what the world had to offer!  Meanwhile I remain here, in my reality that today I awoke, worked, had fun with friends, and soon I will rest for a while just to do it all over again.  This is all well and good.  I neither grieve nor disparage the happy time I am experiencing.  But somewhere out there, the world is moving outside of my sphere.  And what did God make the earth for other than for us to enjoy?  Perhaps some would chide that I should be content.  The life I live does not come in surplus, and it is neither cheap nor easy.  But in my soul, I know I am not satisfied.  There is more I can be.  There is more than inhaling and exhaling over and over again, taking little bite-sized pieces of the grand feast that life has to offer and saying, “That’s all for me; I am satisfied.”  I never want to be satisfied like that.  In fact, I believe I can confidently make the statement that I never want to be satisfied.  Because satisfied means done.  It is the same as the word satiated: to be full.  I want to instead remain in the state of being filled.