I find myself on a Thursday night somewhat flat, in that kind of demotivated way where you’re happy to sit around and do utterly nothing, being unproductive. I shuffle between windows, games and the occasional glance at my class syllabus, knowing fully well that I won’t start on it at a later date. Am I somewhat satisfied with everything in my life? With a career that doesn’t seem to be doing too dismally; the near-conclusion of my university life; a family that’s settled and drama-free; a loving girlfriend..
I’m lacking a genuine purpose and direction. I want to be able to wake up in the mornings knowing that a dynamic day lies ahead, requiring me to cognitively train the circulatory rhythms of my brain and to be rewarded for it at the end. I want to be able to put my head down and push the boundaries of my capabilities and to feel the satisfaction of achievements. I don’t want to go through the mechanic ground hog’s day that I currently experience. I want dynamism.
I want to have stories to tell when I come home to my family and loved ones. Maybe that’s it.. A lack of stories.