Well, things are good. I’m healthy. I have a good job. Physics, for better or worse, is over. I have no sorrows; no ennemies; no quarrels with friends.
But I can’t bring myself to smile. Here, I am, living – but I feel so empty. It is as if I have nothing to look forward to. Just a repetition of days past. Life feels like a never ending cycle.
Sure, that’s how its meant to be. But its also meant to be with spice – a love… a travel… something that changes… a life that’s not the same day #1 than it is day #245.
Else one doesn’t see the point of life.
I’ve resolved to travel. I haven’t had a week off in at least 4 years. But university is so expensive; taking a week off of work… or even an extra few days off – is irresponsible. Fine then – no travel. Being in love would be dandy – but… well that can’t be something one decides. There was a girl. We went out. For 2 years. We kissed. We played around. We did more. Buut she didn’t love me (something which she never expressed while proactively kissing me).
At one point I thought I had my days off to look forward to. But that ended up being a source of mental torture – for reasons I can’t explain here. Let’s just say that a few people were intent on removing any joy I had of my days off. That reinforced with the fact that physics took all my free time up.
So that sucks. I’m in a deadlock. I want out. Its my fault though – I’m hindering it somehow. I just don’t know how.
There is light at the end of the tunnel. My days off should be mine soon. I’ll be able to get projects underway – there’s a few websites I told myself I would do for people. There’s this special thing I’m doing for my mom. But despite that, the days still feel shallow.