I’m trying…
What? I don’t know. To get back into everything.
In the words of illustrious philosopher William Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive, “I’m so depressed, I can’t even blink.”
I’m trying, but day after day of things I know don’t make me happy, it wears me out. So much stress, so much talking. So much of… nothing.
I want to live in a cottage in the woods, on the edge of a lake, in nature… but not too far from civilization. And just do what I want. No alarm clocks, no traffic, no bosses. Just me, and the birds, and the trees.
Maybe one day. Maybe I’m too old for “dreams”.
Maybe… but right now I’m trying.