Searching for Words of Comfort

There are good days, there are bad days, there are days where everything is just right, and then there are days where nothing is right. Occasionally, life sneaks upon one of those days where nothing is wrong, but neither is anything right. Today is definitely one of those days. I have so much to do, but no motivation to do it. I have time, but no inspiration, I have books, but no concentration, I have deadlines, but no devotion, I have everything, but with it, too much emotion. All I feel like doing today is to sit in a corner, away from the rest of the world, where I can stare into space and think of absolutely nothing. But it seems like the world doesn't want me to do that either.

I keep telling myself that I'll get through this, through this week, and then everything will be okay, but I somehow can't convince myself of it. Why is it that in moments when you are feeling down, all sorrows somehow return back to haunt you? Some rise from the dead, some come out of hiding, where they were buried deep within our hearts, and new sorrows take birth, all in that one moment. At times like these, I want to cry my heart, to vent, to complain about all the things that life has done and not done, but somehow, I can't even manage to bring about a tear. I think that perhaps shedding a tear or two will make this heavy load a bit lighter, but perhaps I am simply expected to carry it with me.

I had hoped that writing it out here would have helped my overactive mind, but even that was too much to ask. So I go again, to my books, in hopes that motivation will come find me, since I obviously am unable to find it.