Moving

I've lost it. It took two weeks for me to feel ready enough to re-read it. I've lost it. I've lost that folded over piece of paper; that powerful piece of paper. Its existence made me sorry, and the loss of it took away my first good day this semester.

I was just starting to feel operationally ready again when it decided to disappear, vanish, go poof.

I find that I am unable to look forward to what is to come. It can be said that I have currently lost sight of my ikigai and my ability to enjoy life as it is.

For now though, I know what keeps me moving. The act of reading seems to be sufficient to keep me out of bed.