There is one inevitable fact of life, life moves forward, even when you do not want it to. Things around you change, people get older, kids grow up, life gets more expensive,,,.
As I look back on my life, I ask myself what happened? What happened to the young man that used to go camping all the time, would spend hours in the woods, and just seemed to know how to have fun? Where did that person go?
These days, and for the past few years, I have almost no desire to do much of anything. At the camp there is a tree that blew down. 10 years ago that tree would have already been cut up, split, and put in the shed for firewood. But today, that tree has been in the same place for several months.
Maybe its getting older, but I am only 43 years old, I should not be feeling like this. Where has my love of live, and my energy gone?