Is there something wrong with me? Some reason that I cannot seem to focus on anything meaningful. I know that I am capable of great things. Why aren’t my actions a direct reflection of the unique capabilities of my mind? This lack of motivation..this lack of enthusiasm for life is not me. Somehow it still feels so oddly familiar, so comforting. I guess on paper I am right where I an supposed to be in life, give or take a few things. But I am deeply unsatisfied. Unhappy even? I am so disappointed with my own perceived waste of potential. Yet still I am stagnant. Like nothing can be done about it. Going through the motions of life. Allowing waves to come, to splash by, but never actively participating in its movement. What is this? Who am I?
** xoxo Truly Faith **