a little lost, a little out of touch

Have you ever felt as if you had much to tell, but nothing to say? 

Just as a camel cannot pass through the eye of a needle, genius does not pass through a vessel of foolishness, however promising or protean as it is. Not to say I have genius, which would be a good way of fooling myself into the grave. Just that I feel I have much to say, but no way to say it. Or much to tell. Is there a difference?

I'm at a strange place in life. I am good at what I do but not good enough or interested enough to do it forever. I'm happy with what I've become but sad to be what I am. And I find myself surrounded by better actors who are either more talented or better at pretending not to be mediocre.