it’s annoying how easy it is to get used to doing nothing.
not a state-of-bliss kind of nothing, like laying in the grass or choosing to take a break for your mental health’s sake. i’m talking about the nothing that starts out soft but slowly turns into a dull sort of numbness or ache — the kind that sneaks up on you, where one slow day turns into three, then three into a week, and suddenly you don’t know what you’ve been doing with your life for the past month, and you’re not really sure how to fix it.
i’ve already written about feeling stuck — floating, waiting, pacing around inside my head and calling it a day. and writing about it helped a little, but now i’m sitting here again, a few weeks later, realizing that nothing has really changed. and the silence isn’t soothing anymore. it tastes stale, like a glass of water left out for too long — not ruined, but… not fresh.
so i’ve been wondering… what would it mean to unlearn this dull state of stagnance? what would it look like to change?
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