I know I have to get up and do things. Yet somehow I can’t get myself to get up and do them.
What stops me?
Why does my mind feel so sleepy?
I want to go home. A place in my mind where I am happy and calm and at peace with the world.
But I can’t seem to get there no matter what I do. To be home and yet not feel at home is a feeling I don’t like. It’s something which I think has tired me.
And yet I know that it is by doing things that I will get home. By thinking, understanding, learning, making, travelling, loving, growing.
I need to get up now and live. It may be a long, hard journey, but I’ll get home. And all the effort will be worth it.