The Languishing – 13th July 2026

Let’s keep it real

Not crashing or climbing
Not in a free fall nor soaring
No clarity, hunger or drive is felt
Nothing is exciting
Or even boring

Breathing
Is not the same as living
Functionally folding laundry
The outside held together
For the performing
Something’s missing

Projects unfinished
Victims of the scroll
Conversations without connection
Every day is a blur
Of muted pleasures
Laughter without the light

Stuck in an emotional neutral
No accelerator and no brakes
Not suffering or thriving
Disconnected from purpose
Treading across the middle ground
Dispassionately driving

Every step feels
Heavier than it should
Push on through
But never out of the mud
Forgetting the freedom
Of waking up with urgency

The mornings are dangerously quiet