Sometimes I consciously feel the sun on my skin, like when I'm walking from the parking lot at work, or when I open my mail out in the front porch; the heat of the rays always a reminder of Life. Sometimes I feel bitter about how unhappy I have become, sometimes I just feel a longing to have the time to enjoy the days as I wished and either way it culminates into discontent.
I feel far removed from joy. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to fix myself to be honest.
Lord, help me. I'm much too inured to being morose.