Ennui

Its been a long time since I wrote something. Anything really. A strong sense of ennui has stifled me, has kept me away from the keyboard the past months. It was an eventful year with transitions from academia to jobs and vice versa, of sicknesses and terrible nights spent wondering. It was a strange year which brought good things and bad. And as the year comes to an end I feel as if happiness has taken a backseat to existence. My days have acquired a certain sameness,broken ever so less often, the drudgery carries on from one day to the next. For a long time now I’ve simply existed, not lived. I realized that I want to feel the exhilaration when I talked to a friend about life and ambition, when I sat at the steps and watched the sun go down, when I went to sleep, warm and contented. I’d better start getting on with things, with life.