I have been struggling with my direction in life of late.
Work seems mundane and I just can't seem to focus or be interested in the many (many!) things i have on my to do list ( and a stack of others i'm sure i've forgotten to add on.)
My hobbies just don't capture my attention as they did, (German Bob's extensively planned sound system has finally been installed but i just can't be bothered to tune it)
A sense of general frustration creeps on like a mist and try as I may to fend it off, i'm suddenly surrounded by fog.
A test of will?
a trial of the character?
In grander tales the hero when met with this would push on, breaking through this smoke screen with steely determination and resolve.
This night at least (and lately most nights), there is no grand tale to tell, and no victory song to sing.
The fog comes and i pray once again, for a compass to find my way back unto my path.
[interlude]
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
even as i write it is like someone shoving a compass into my hands.
if you all excuse me, i'll need to check my bearings.
we may yet get through this my friends.
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