Sunday night bluesIs there ever any point to doing anything? In the long run? Does trying to do things change anything?
Happy comes - and goes. Sad comes - and goes. Angry comes - and goes. Why feel anything at all? Just for the sake of feeling? Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
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Are there are things that really matter, is there more to life than just putting one foot in front of the other on the treadmill and never getting anywhere.
No, I'm not drinking. Would that help?
This too will pass. But it is times like this that I do wonder if there really is a point to anything.