uninspired
I feel uninspired. I feel that I have only little glimpses of the supposed good stuff that makes up life: car, house, housemates, money, community. But all else feels empty. What is "all else"? There's something missing that used to live inside me. I hate to say that I'm almost entirely certain I know what that 'something' is, yet I sit here without attempting to attain it, to connect to it. Life feels hollow without it. If I am a branch, then I am a dying one, shriveling up from self-inflicted alienation from the Vine. So what's wrong with me that I would continue to let myself dry up when I know where Living Water is to be accessed? Bitterness? Perhaps a little. Cynicism? A lot. Anger? Not so much. Fear? Probably. Anticipation? Most definitely. There's all those emotions coursing through my veins, sucking me dry; but there used to be life rushing through me. There u...