Slowly it rolls in. Gaining a little more ground day by day. It’s a subtle shift really.
At first, it’s just a little fatigue. Then comes the constant boredom. After that lack luster motivation.
Little by little this beast consumes more and more.
Then one day, out of the blue, it seems to hit. Hobbies aren’t thrilling. Loves aren’t exciting. Interests have waned. Everything seems to have dried up.
Apathy is it’s greatest scheme. It’s a way to isolate. Apathy is where the floating begins. Each day comes and goes. Followed by another. They run together. Unable to clearly differentiate one from the other.
The good is tempered to the routine fine. The okay becomes bad. The bad becomes a disaster.
Quickly the sitting around feeling worse than before. Not knowing how the journey lead there. Wondering again how to tackle this all too familiar mountain.
Then the sun rises. The dull brightens. The haze dissipates. Passion returns. Purpose reignites.
Until then. In the in between. The choice is to self-isolate or to reach out and let someone else in. The hardest decision is typically the best route. If one is blessed, there will be someone on the other end that simply says, “we can do this.”
All we have to do is take the first step. No matter how small it may be.