just

There is so much to say. I guess it's a good portrayal of what goes on in my mind.

Currently, I am sitting- slouching- here on the brown couch of my living room. Snoopy, my dog, is laying on the carpet, relaxed. The TV is on and presents the moving images of Medium, one of my favourite shows from back in the day when I could focus on a storyline.

I woke up today and had no real motivation for the gym. To be honest, I am tired. I know this sounds like a really negative post, but I want to tell you that it is not. I am at ease. I just am.

I have had days of wondering what the whole point was, of all this, of being here and working and studying and doing all the movements that everyone else is doing. I have come to a conclusion, and it was not far from my prior ways of thinking.

Things just ARE. There is no point. you just live and do things that make you feel good- or okay; the ones that make you forget that you are finding a point. Those are the things you need to keep doing.

There is not much else to say.