But especially in the past couple of years of COVID lockdowns, I don't see the point anymore. I eat, I work, I shit (somehow the shits seem longer and more memorable now; today I did two shits and they seemed extra long and big), I sleep, I go out (barely these COVID days), and it's all become a routine. I don't have a drive.
What am I supposed to do, you know? I still find the same teachings bringing me inner peace and joy but it's actually pissing me off that I'm so cheerful in a way. I don't like that I'm content... at least without seeing a bunch of people's faces and interacting with them that I can't do now in Japan. All I see are masked faces. I can't absorb people's spirits!
Where is the energy I once had to set the world on fire if the world resists? Have I become a hippie? Where's my fighting spirit? Maybe I lost it in cookbooks trying to make something delicious. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. It's all the same old thing. Is this a mid-life crisis thing?