There are days when just existing feels so hard. I don't want to write on such days because it could seem very morbid. It is morbid. Existence is morbid for anyone who thinks very deeply. The cure then is perhaps to numb thinking or not give yourself any time to think. If you think about it, everything ordinary people do takes them away from the trauma of thinking. Work, entertainment, food, sleep, play, social media... you name it. It's all to occupy one's mind with something, anything, but to not let it be empty. The chap who said an empty mind is the devil's workshop was onto something. Let your mind not be attached to any activity and next thing you know you are pondering on existence. And that my friend takes you to morbid territory. It hits you like a train head-on. What's the point of all of the stuff you are doing to get yourself out of thinking, it will ask. Nothing lasts. No one lasts. They are all speeding away really, bit by bit. You are speeding away too. Just the rate of speed differs so some are moving farther away and some are catching up with you. Imagine us all sitting in different buses looking out at each other. It might seem like we are in the same bus if we are sharing the journey for a bit or a while. But then suddenly their bus is zooming away. You are lucky if you get to wave out or call out. But whoosh, gone. Morbid, right? It's one of those days where I feel like holding tightly to some people so they don't just leave me staring into the distance. Tomorrow I will likely pop out of this mode and decide to revel in the journey again, albeit tentatively. It's a decision one has to make to survive the day to day... if one is the thinking sort.