My heart feels heavy tonight.
Perhaps certain things in my life are finally catching up with me. Or maybe I am merely feeling down because I do not feel very well physically due to a burgeoning sore throat and little sleep. It is probably a combination of the three though.
I feel… lonely, for lack of a better word at the moment. I am not alone, of course. And I do not necessarily want company right now, either. Ah, I have been struck by Melancholy, a dear old friend.
It seems to me that many people turn to religion merely to expain the unexplainable, or to have some sort of a “means to an end.” Otherwise, it could be construed that Life has no meaning beyond what we experience within our limited time here. Personally, I do not need something to look forward to in order to enjoy Life now. Before us lies total uncertainty; all we can rely on is what is immediate. I suppose one could argue that what we experience is purely subjective, and therefore not entirely real or trustworthy. But what is real for me is what matters to me.
Aaauughh. I forgot where I was going with this. I lose my train of thought rather quickly. Writing used to come so easily to me.