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What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
I feel like I've spent these long months healing from some kind of psychological malady, accepting stagnation as the price of wellness.
It occurs to me now that I don't feel noticeably better today than I did last year. I know that time has calmed my anger, checked my ego, and brought me a small measure of peace, but I don't see it making much of a difference in my daily life.
If all of my superficial concerns--money chief among them--were to fall away, what would be left?
I will resent my limitations until they consume me.
I will blame myself until every success is a failure.
Only when I become my father, will I weep.
"I am become a name, for always roaming with a hungry heart"
I feel like I've spent these long months healing from some kind of psychological malady, accepting stagnation as the price of wellness.
It occurs to me now that I don't feel noticeably better today than I did last year. I know that time has calmed my anger, checked my ego, and brought me a small measure of peace, but I don't see it making much of a difference in my daily life.
If all of my superficial concerns--money chief among them--were to fall away, what would be left?
I will resent my limitations until they consume me.
I will blame myself until every success is a failure.
Only when I become my father, will I weep.
"I am become a name, for always roaming with a hungry heart"