Lord, I am tired, not in my body, nor in my mind, but in my spirit. My spirit cries out for the flame of life, but it lies in the shadow of the mists of apathy.
The suffering I feel is not from pain, but from emptiness. Life can be full of pleasure, but nothing satisfies the heart.
The emptiness of meaning, the emptiness of a reason why… We do not always feel the lack of it, but when we do, it speaks within us:
“Why? What is the purpose of all this?”
Fragments of an awakened soul 