Endless uncertainty I am getting so down at the lack of any opportunity to discover anything new and the waking up each morning or going to bed each evening just hoping the next day will bring something new to do with my life so perhaps I should be calling this endless certainty – but I am finding myself getting so tired of the constant drudgery of my new life- and I just cannot see myself ever doing anything productive again and what I think I am finding most difficult is constantly feeling under pressure to not be so morose – and meanwhile I just feel my time on this planet slipping away in to oblivion and i cannot believe that happiness would be just the absence of sadness
