These threads of glass

I feel really angsty.

I thought the past year or so have been a fairly bad year. I felt I de-matured, I felt I’ve grown weaker; in every sense of the word. I can’t run as fast now, I’m not as fit as I was before during my heydays and I’m not as emotionally stable as I was. Right now, more than ever I feel so mediocre.

I can’t take mediocrity. I desire excellence. But I really can’t seem to find the energy to squeeze that out of me. I’m not as driven as I used to be. In fact I feel old, tired, weary and supremely weak. I’m more accepting of defeat now, and more accepting of imperfections in my life. Some say I have mellowed. I just feel like I messed up some big part along the way that messed up the other parts of me.