There are days, when, you question things, not the good things, no… you question yourself, and your doings…
If what you are doing makes any sense?
If you should continue doing what you are doing?
Are you special, or is it just a product of the times that you live in?
One of such days happened to happen, on one of the days, in this past week. I am experienced now, in these things, as I have had several of these bouts in the past, to know that these usually pass, but still, you cannot really do anything during this depression you’re living in. And so you sulk, as I was.