Please stay now, you've left me here alone
Dear (Your Name Here),
I am finding it increasingly difficult to be motivated with so many closed doors and un-enthused, indifferent faces in my way. Right now I'm having one of those moments when being non-existent sounds better for the most part than being alive. I don't want to do anything but lay around or sleep or something of that sort. I barely have the drive to finish this post.
Maybe I take things too hard, but then again this is my only life, you know? How am I supposed to take everything? I try to make the most of every second, but so many of them feel meaningless. I feel like most of the people I know take life way too seriously, yet even that outlook makes a person and his or her lifetime more meaningful than mine does.
I feel like I'm asking for something, but I don't even know what it is. But if you're reading this, does this make sense? How many things have you put off? How many things do you think you won't accomplish before you die? What really matters and what really should matter? For what real purpose are we doing anything? And why doesn't anyone else care? And after thinking about all that, what is really there? What is really here, in and around all of us?
Why am I even feeling like this? I'm hoping that by tomorrow, tonight even, I'll be out of this slump, because it doesn't feel good for the soul or the spirit at all.
-Doug
I am finding it increasingly difficult to be motivated with so many closed doors and un-enthused, indifferent faces in my way. Right now I'm having one of those moments when being non-existent sounds better for the most part than being alive. I don't want to do anything but lay around or sleep or something of that sort. I barely have the drive to finish this post.
Maybe I take things too hard, but then again this is my only life, you know? How am I supposed to take everything? I try to make the most of every second, but so many of them feel meaningless. I feel like most of the people I know take life way too seriously, yet even that outlook makes a person and his or her lifetime more meaningful than mine does.
I feel like I'm asking for something, but I don't even know what it is. But if you're reading this, does this make sense? How many things have you put off? How many things do you think you won't accomplish before you die? What really matters and what really should matter? For what real purpose are we doing anything? And why doesn't anyone else care? And after thinking about all that, what is really there? What is really here, in and around all of us?
Why am I even feeling like this? I'm hoping that by tomorrow, tonight even, I'll be out of this slump, because it doesn't feel good for the soul or the spirit at all.
-Doug