Aimless
We’ve all been there. I am currently in this purgatory as we speak.
The silence.
The mundane.
To feel but not to move.
To stagnate.
A range of complex emotions. Tied to the completion of a goal or a loss of one. The void extends as far as the eyes can see and the mind can imagine.
Still.
Frighteningly so.
Eroding the now with echoes of yesterday. Tomorrow is forgotten. It is postponed. Paused.
Realising when you are aimless is humbling. To account for where mistakes have been made. To break the perfect picture of the past made in your mind.
It is life long.
In reality it is an obsession.
To move past requires conviction. Humility. Most importantly patience. With yourself and the new journey that you are about to partake.
Be Super
