And I’m not even channeling U2… not much anyway.
For some reason, or no apparent reason at all, my life seems to be stuck right now. Aside from the daily grind, there’s really nothing going on. Nothing I can actually look forward to, or really enjoy. It seems there’s always some shortcoming or another holding me back from being able to do the things I want to do.
They say the best things in life are free. And to some extent, that holds true. There’s no price to be paid to enjoy my daughter’s smiles and laugh. Breathing fresh air (or as fresh as you could get in a suburban city) costs nothing. Reading a book is as easy as picking up the Kindle and turning it on. But they’re everything I have done or experienced before.
Don’t get me wrong–I am grateful for all those small things. I just can’t help wishing for more in my life sometimes. More happenings, more excitement, more money, more quality time. I know only I can remedy this, but right now I just feel hopeless and helpless. Pathetic, in short. And a tad depressed, though you might not pick up on it at first glance.
I know I’ll get out of this slump sooner or later. I’ll get better. Somehow, I always do. This is not the first time I’ve gone to a dark place, and neither will it be the last.