A change to come?

It kind of hits you when you least expect it. You wake up one morning and something just isn’t right. It doesn’t matter whether you have children and a spouse, or if you’re single. Makes no odds if you’re young or old either.

Nothing on Earth matters when you get that feeling.

You don’t know what you are doing. You don’t know why you get dressed, walk or drive to work. You really cannot understand why you do what you do all day. And it’s starting to hurt, like deafening static in your head.

Then you get home. You make some dinner. Then you watch some television. Maybe you go to the gym or indulge in some other physical activity that you have been told is good for you.
And then you lie down in your bed.

Maybe a clock ticks. Maybe you just lie there, in the dark, in silence. The day is done. At the weekend you plan to indulge in a hobby, or maybe in some stimulant and/or depressive substances.

By the time Sunday comes around you’re on the run. Sunday night? Well, Sunday night brings mild to moderate depression.

And then your week starts again.

Welcome to life.

You had a glimpse of another life during your childhood. Maybe it was a movie that you saw, with a lifestyle on screen that was attractive. Your teachers told you otherwise. Maybe your parents did. They only wanted the best for you. The best job. The best chance in life.
But now you think about your life and you want to cry.

It’s desperation. All you are doing is chasing money. In fact, everything you do is about money. You wake up to make it and go to sleep worrying about it. And you spend it so that you can forget about it.

Surely there is more out there?