45 years old is approaching—and I don't know what to do with my life anymore. Very little interests me, I just want to sleep. Pursuing my dreams seems pointless... I'm struggling to make my life meaningful again. And patting myself on the back for the little things in life doesn't quite pull me out of this prolonged period of abnormally low energy and motivation... This is not to say I'm completely and utterly down. A small percentage of me enjoys reading stuff that interests me, eating cookies, listening to music, going on the occasional bike ride, taking pictures, cooking... Through purpose you find passion, you find happiness, you find drive, you find meaning in an apparently meaningless existence. Questions that are currently beleaguering my mind:
What on earth can make me enthusiastic and eager again???
What is the difference between people who are able to pick themselves up, get over problems, versus those that are not?
Human beings are never fully free from conditions. To what extent do we have choices in the things that happen to us? Does the percentage of choices really matter??