Naina Redhu

I find myself uncannily edging toward a feeling of being utterly lost.

Everything I do, say, see or believe, feels insignificant and that feeling itself seems futile. I fear that despite all this toiling, I will look back at my life and know that it was wasted. I could have done so much more and been so much more. The heightened sense of frustration is extremely unnerving. I feel like a child wanting to throw and break things, and knowing that will get me but a moment of attention jars my sense of worth like a jackhammer.

It has been building for a while. I fear the peak and cannot even fathom the decline after.