I sometimes find it hard to look forward to the future. Even before COVID, I struggled with finding meaning and joy in everyday events. The many live music events I enjoyed in town were nothing more than a distraction -- a temporary smile highlighted by acquaintances and a good beer. Now, socially isolated during a global pandemic, I occasionally enjoy a kava drink or low dose edible -- to escape my existential angst. I ask... what is the meaning, what is the purpose? All classic signs of mild depression.
Sometimes, I can imagine a bright future of retirement, travel, new friendships. At other times, I am just happy to make it through another day.
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