I wrote during my last-somewhat-mild-December-holidays that I didn’t feel much ennui. How ironic then that now, just as my schedule begins to peak, that abominable snowman is looming over my life more than ever before.
I go through life these days, feeling those same transient excitements as those who live for what they do. The short-lived adrenaline rush of the good badminton game. The heady thrill of having said something insightful. The brilliant idea that burns like fireworks in the mind. These things sparkle and flare – hot, bright, but ultimately, evanescent.
And at the end of it all, I’m left in the dark, gasping for such shallow marvels all over again.
What an addiction.