Well, sir, I say that is a good thing. Life has all sorts of great stuff to offer. If what you're doing now isn't working, just change it up a bit. We have so much freedom and can do so much, a lot of people just let themselves get trapped in the only way of life they've ever known and they are miserable for it. You're not the only one that has felt this way. I get that way a lot, and when I do, I tend to bail and start something new. Because of this, I have many good friends scattered all over the place for visiting on road trips, and I've gotten to live in a bunch of really cool places.
Ever since I read Moby-Dick as a kid, this section has stuck with me. I honestly may well have checked out long ago, had I not realize how viable an option this is. The end is the end, why not try new beginnings, or at least temporary drastic change of scenery and life-style. I anticipate that eventually, I'll land on a place I like enough I won't want to leave. Or at the very least, I have connections all over now and someday can choose to return to the one I have the fondest memories of.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.
It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.