Sometimes, and maybe mainly when I’m very tired, and haven’t exercised enough, and usually late in the evening when I don’t really feel like reading and journaling feels like work, I feel an aching sort of emptiness, and a question starts to form inside:  Is this all there is?  It’s a mist that hints at form and substance, but, like mists do, wafts away when I try and look at it too closely.  Or maybe it’s more of a dark and unyielding chasm, and all I can bear is getting close enough to know it’s there.

Life is achingly beautiful, but for me, part of the deal is this ache for something I can’t yet name.

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