I try and romanticise life but sometimes I just think 'is this really it?' I have had the day off and was on a walk earlier, it was sunny and felt like Spring and I was out in nature and I could appreciate it, but at the same time I felt like 'is this really all there is? Is this as good as it gets?' All I could think about was that tomorrow I had work.
On my walk I saw some young children (maybe 3 or 4 years old) running around and chasing each other and I miss that. I miss being able to live in the moment, without realising the long stretch of the mundane that lies ahead.
Even special things everyone look forward to are the same. There's no magic to life anymore, it's all just mundane.
I don't think I'm depressed, just feel like there must be more to life than this? I'm back and forth with my faith, and I think that's part of the reason I'm struggling. Why did God bother?