Every Day The Answer Changes: a quiet letter about meanings

I would like you to read the following lines in a whisper, because this is what this quiet letter really is. A murmur delivered in a misty morning, the steam quietly ascending from your hot cup of tea.

Life, when feels like a dream. But not like everything you want is in your life. More like everything seems unreal, detached, meaningless. Doing one thing or the other produces not a change. Thinking one thing or the other produces not a change. Feeling stuck in a non-place. A non-focus. A non-existence. What do you want to say? What? What is it? Muted. It happens in dreams when you want to scream but can’t. Muted, because of the meaning. What meaning? The one that keeps you alive. What is your meaning? I ask it myself so often. Every day the answer changes. But not the core of it. There is energy in it, the rest is just layer, aimed to suffocate what I am meant to be. And, please tell, what exactly I am meant to be? Maybe, there will be an easier answer tomorrow.

If this moved something in you, you are welcome to stay awhile. These words will wait here when you need them again.