When my heart is empty, my actions are crisp and disciplined. I wake up on time, I set off early, and my work gets completed. I speak and laugh about the little things in life, except this time they really are funny. I appreciate the voices around me; I am interested in their conversations. For the first time, music playing in the background imparts a soothing, comfortable sensation. I am happy.
When my life is happy, I look forward to my free time after work. I generate a list of possible evening activities that I could accomplish, and relish the challenge of completing that task list. The headiness that plagues me dissipates as only very few thoughts occupy my mind. The renewed clarity is an exciting prize that energizes me to finally lay off that procrastination bug and scale some new heights. I am hopeful.
When my future is hopeful, I feel young all over again. The kind of young that entitles me to careless recklessness and insolence. I do whatever I want; speak in whichever manner I fancy; write however I wish. There is freedom, but no understanding. I am lonely.
I continue to feel lonely.
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