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#81 Fatigue
When you want to stop trying.
“Right now, our model is the culture of exhaustion. We need to be exhausted before we can fall asleep, so we keep pushing and pushing ourselves. But if a society can’t rest, how can it sleep?”
― Patricia Morrisroe, Wide Awake: A Memoir of Insomnia
What about those days you’re just tired?
Gladly looking at a sand dune all day
no complaining
just resting the eyes
watching the earth move its orbit
by the movement of the sun
and the changing shadows
authentically resting your bones
feeling the weight of your body
on both your legs, or buttocks
No thinking whatsoever
You don’t even want to talk to any living soul
not even him
but you’re not depressed
far from it
not sad
not angry
just tired
enough trying for today
like a boxer fighter
taking out the gloves
in the end of training
hanging them
and longing for a hot shower
What about those days?
Should we feel blamed?
Should we force ourselves out of it?
