A Fraction of The Human Condition
You’re lying awake at night. Perhaps this is your second or third time staying awake, while half of the world is sound asleep. You’re keeping yourself up for your own reasons, or sleep just eludes you. You’re tired, physically and emotionally. Your mind is slowly going numb. It’s just one of those nights where it seems like everything is far from your reach. You find that almost everyone around you is wondering what the hell they are doing with their life; questioning whether or not they are on the right path. People tend to think they’re the only ones lost in the whole damned world, but everyone feels lost at some point in life—sometimes only for a while, and sometimes forever. None of this matters though—nothing absolutely matters. No, there’s a small piece of you that knows there are things that matter but, in this moment, they don’t. You don’t have any effort or energy left to worry about those things. Maybe sleep will wash away these feelings. Most likely when you wake up tomorrow, tonight will simply be a blur. Your thoughts are beginning to turn into a tangled mess, and there’s a part of you that knows that this happens much too often. What you feel now is familiar. It’s almost as if it’s natural, a mindless routine, like turning a light switch on and off. If only there was a switch to shut off our minds, to let it rest during our darkest hours.
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