Life has become so repetitive and predictable. I need something more. But what? I want excitement, thrills, and passion. I need it. I'm drowning in boredom. What should I do?
I try to enjoy the small moments. Making myself good for some time, but then the overwhelming feeling of dullness creeps up.
Is this what the old man meant when he said, "it feels like I'm just going through the motions". He came to me before he released his last long breath falling into his eternal slumber and asked me if I was happy. I laughed because we had never had a heart to heart before. Then I just responded with a generic happy response. Not that I wanted to block him out, just that I didn't want to drowned him with my bulls***.
Is this depression? I don't think so.