I look around in despair. So much to do; so many decisions to make. Do any of these actions get me closer to where I am supposed to be or am I like the hamster futilely running on the treadmill of life?
I need something to fill up the emptiness inside.
Something stronger than the pain in my bones and heart.
Something so compelling that it overcomes my depleted energy stores.
I have known it before. This thing that I seek. Yet in this place I find myself it seems outside my grasp.
This place too I have been to before though it is not quite the same as before; nor am I for that matter. Yet I know only one path out of this place. That never changes.
I must do just one thing. The one thing I know I can do no matter how small. Then when it is done I must do just one more thing. Activity creates momentum.
Before I know it this place will be but a memory of a lonely place I once visited and I will be too consumed with the thing I now seek to give it much thought.