When the sun rises, I'm already looking forward to sunset. The work that has been interesting for me feels like a drag now. I look at everyone else, they have a goal, aim or motivation. Me? Nothing. I'm just cruising around. Happy? Yeah I guess, but there's no feeling of satisfaction. Like, I know there's a happier feeling out there, somewhere, but I just can't find it. Yet.
Is this how emptiness is supposed to feel like?