Day 040
May 5, 2021•121 words
#100Days
I'm just tired. Did a lot today, had important insights, so it is not that bad.
But it was just the daily stuff, not much really feels like preparation or cultivation of something for the future...
The kind of feeling that sticks with you, and stays a long time. Hard to get rid of.
Feels like all the distractions I can come up with are way more volatile than this other, deeper, emptier feeling of lack of true/stable purpose, a true North.
There is still some hope left somewhere. Something that helps you to insist on trying. Maybe a fear deep inside, that makes you deny the void, refuse to accept its reality, its presence... I can't say for sure..