I started this semester with resolution, with the aim of taking interest in school and solidifying friendships. The enthusiasm lasted for about a week.
Over Christmas break, I realized that I'm not much of a person. I don't have passions or opinions in life. I have no direction and am in the middle of the road on pretty much everything. Instead of immersing myself in life or really experiencing it, I tend to sit on the outside, observing and not really sure what to make of it.
That's why I decided this semester to worry less about the "why" and just experience life. I decided to bravely pursue things that I might be passionate about and to seek friendships, even if I can't logically justify such things to myself.
But of course, this hasn't worked. The problem is, I just don't care enough. I don't care to have real close friendships. I don't care to have passion and direction in life. I know I should, and sometimes I do, but I'm just too comfortable where I am. I can argue that such pursuits are most basic and necessary in life, but my highly skeptical brain doesn't mind shooting down any appeals to reason in life.
I am far from God. I am walled up, buried miles underground, and will stay there for as long as I can foresee. I cannot leave because I am not motivated to (I don't care) and I skeptically deny all reasons to leave. I am impenetrable .
I guess i'm not really discontent, but I am restless and annoyed from feeling so immobile.
Over Christmas break, I realized that I'm not much of a person. I don't have passions or opinions in life. I have no direction and am in the middle of the road on pretty much everything. Instead of immersing myself in life or really experiencing it, I tend to sit on the outside, observing and not really sure what to make of it.
That's why I decided this semester to worry less about the "why" and just experience life. I decided to bravely pursue things that I might be passionate about and to seek friendships, even if I can't logically justify such things to myself.
But of course, this hasn't worked. The problem is, I just don't care enough. I don't care to have real close friendships. I don't care to have passion and direction in life. I know I should, and sometimes I do, but I'm just too comfortable where I am. I can argue that such pursuits are most basic and necessary in life, but my highly skeptical brain doesn't mind shooting down any appeals to reason in life.
I am far from God. I am walled up, buried miles underground, and will stay there for as long as I can foresee. I cannot leave because I am not motivated to (I don't care) and I skeptically deny all reasons to leave. I am impenetrable .
I guess i'm not really discontent, but I am restless and annoyed from feeling so immobile.