It's been dark for months now, and winter has been a sad affair.
There is very little to do.
We are basically just hanging on, and I'm really waiting for spring and summer already. Going for walks is about the only thing I do outside, and in rainy dark weather even that is hard.
Things seem quite grim. Between covid and this, my lack of interest overshadows everything. My body seems weak and long gone is the optimism that I had for things earlier this year.
I find myself thinking a lot about the meaning of life.
All kinds of large scale disasters are looming around the corner. Even if I personally push for a lifestyle that is different, materialism and vanity is rampart and unchecked.
Why do we live this way instead of having some higher goals?
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