One does. Not because they choose, but because it simply is. Life goes.
Yet when there is only struggle, not happiness, only enduring, not hope, and existence instead of life, what reasons does one really have to continue?
All of the little things that interweave to make life worthwhile, they've all but come unraveled. Few threads remain, holding the frayed mess together. Tenuous.
I feel dazed. Things have to get better, right? I'm overly melancholy at the moment. I shall have to rest and hope to wake with a better perspective.
My work schedule doesn't allow for much sunshine. Perhaps that's part of my problem? Then isolation is another. I'm very alone, and bearing intense life trials and tribulations, it's getting to me. I need camaraderie, others to help lift me up and keep me from despair. I have ... emptiness. When watching all the foundational factors of life so long held as unrockable, immutable, and inherent in existence, simply whither and blow away as dust in the wind ... I lose anything to hold onto as substance. All seems adrift. Pointless.
well figure out what it is you like to do and go do it - there are groups for everything. My thing (when your age) was fencing. Twice a week we met at night and practiced and I met a lot of very wonderful people...
I don't feel the motivation. I feel very ... apprehensive and uneasy. Numb. I lack clarity on what I want to do with my life, or what will even make me happy. Listless. Adrift.
I have to go to work. Beyond what I have to do, there's not much I want to do. I endure because I have no other choice. Who wants to work? It's not a job I enjoy. It's a means of survival. Which is all I feel like I'm doing. And as I survive another day, I'm another day older, with another day less to realize the purpose of my life and find happiness.
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been there... it's called life...
V.
Yet when there is only struggle, not happiness, only enduring, not hope, and existence instead of life, what reasons does one really have to continue?
All of the little things that interweave to make life worthwhile, they've all but come unraveled. Few threads remain, holding the frayed mess together. Tenuous.
I feel dazed. Things have to get better, right? I'm overly melancholy at the moment. I shall have to rest and hope to wake with a better perspective.
V.
V.
And this all sounds so vague.
hang in...
V.