The fact that I don't know what is bothering me. Why has my life come to a stand-still in the past year or so despite the fact that there was no catastrophic event in it. I smiled through doubts, questions, death of my loved ones and my own exposition to a deadly disease, yet I haven't laughed in months for no reason other than because I don't feel like laughing. Everything that has ever given me pleasure seems dull and pointless. I can't even remember the last time I ate without being hungry, woke up without being tired or thought without smog covering my mind. Life seems pointless and time will pass no matter how many of my dreams I have atteined, leaving me unsatisfied with paths I have chosen in life. As Galois said, it takes courage to die at 20. That is because the only people who are calm when facing death are those who have survived longer than they have lived. Yet I have gone through enough usure that I could die at 20 without being anymore courageous than the old man who has not had the taste of life for a generation. We all come from the intemporal and to the intemporal we shall return, why has this indifference draped my mind?