Life in quarantine hasn’t been great. Lately I’ve been hit with some disappointment about my 3rd year and being at home for so long. My mood has been so low that sometimes I don’t really have the desire or energy to do anything.
If I’m honest, and I think if most of us are, we will find that we are control freaks. Perhaps we’re not the type of people that line up all the items on a dresser in a strict fashion, but in our ways, we like to have control.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only human being enraptured by fate. Or God. Or whatever the hell is making the sun rise in the east and set in the west day after day. As much as I am curious about how we got here and why it matters that we go, I am so much more curious by the ride of life itself.