I DON”T FEEL LIKE…

Mike Schmidt woke to the unwelcome weight of another day pressing down on his shoulders.

The alarm blared its urgency, demanding his presence in a world that seemed to move faster than he could keep up. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the heaviness of fatigue and the ache of unmet expectations.

“I don’t feel like…” The thought lingered, unfinished, as he dragged himself out of bed and into the routine that awaited him. Breakfast was a formality, a mechanical act of fueling his body rather than savoring the taste or nourishing his spirit. The newspaper headlines screamed of crises near and far, each one adding to the burden he carried.

At work, Mike shuffled through tasks that once sparked his enthusiasm but now felt mundane and draining. Emails piled up, meetings blurred into one another, and deadlines loomed ominously. Colleagues exchanged pleasantries that felt hollow against the backdrop of his growing disillusionment.

During lunch, he found a quiet corner in the cafeteria, hoping for a reprieve from the constant buzz of office chatter. Alone with his thoughts, he wondered how he had arrived at this point—where each day felt like a battle against his own indifference. The passion that once fueled his ambition now flickered weakly, obscured by the monotony of routine and the weight of unfulfilled dreams.

“I don’t feel like…” The words echoed in his mind again, a refrain that captured his struggle to reconcile his aspirations with the reality before him. He longed for purpose that transcended the daily grind, for moments that resonated with meaning rather than mere existence.

As evening approached, Mike trudged through rush-hour traffic, a sea of brake lights stretching endlessly before him. The radio played familiar songs that once brought joy but now served as background noise to his weary thoughts. Home offered little respite; chores awaited, responsibilities beckoned, and the promise of rest felt elusive.

In the quiet hours before sleep, Mike reflected on the day that had slipped through his fingers like sand. He yearned for a change, a shift in perspective that could reignite the spark of passion within him. Yet, amidst the fatigue and disillusionment, he knew that reclaiming his sense of purpose would require more than a fleeting desire—it would demand courage, resilience, and a willingness to confront the discomfort of uncertainty.

“I don’t feel like…” The phrase lingered once more, a testament to the complexity of human emotions and the struggle to navigate life’s ebbs and flows. In the stillness of the night, Mike Schmidt closed his eyes, holding onto the hope that tomorrow might bring clarity, renewal, and the strength to embrace what he truly felt.

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