Disenchanted.

There are so many other things. There are museums, galleries, and there are beaches.  There are cobblestone streets. There are picnics. There are libraries, vintage stores, there is history.  There is travel: cities, countries, there are forests and languages.  There is art.  Real art.  The kind that's older than the countries you have lived in.  There are cathedrals, churches, skyscrapers, bridges, and waterfalls. There are originals of the books that are classics now.  There is a lifetime of things to do in this very city.  There are things you can collect: there are coins, pens, notebooks.  There are subjects and schools of thought which have been around longer than money has. There are ideas which are true, those that are not true, and the gradient in between is filled with brilliant thinkers - those that decided to fill it.  There are controversies that will never settle.  There are cultures, religions, customs.  There are places to eat.  To walk.  To watch.  To listen.  To sit and do nothing.  There are places where you can be inspired if you take the time to find them. There are things you can spend time on which are so much richer.