I read this in The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath) and it felt like the world shifted. I knew I felt this but had never found the words to describe it so poignantly.
‘I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.’