Running out of time. I’m not sure I’ll ever figure out how to be content. Forget about happiness or all those other platitudes. The hurdle now is temporary peace of mind and making it through the day.  Even that may be a stretch. I’m tired of the struggle and everything being so hard. I envy those who are able to be at peace.  Not some grandiose expectations or delusions of grandeur. That ship has sailed.  Just waking up and actually looking forward to the day. I try and I know I’m still all in mind and I’m supposed to be able to shift my thoughts and feelings. I try and try and just can’t. Apathy and hopelessness are setting in. Running out of hope that tomorrow will be better.