It is, once again, the Year of the Boar. Ya know what that means? It means this is the third time the cycles of years has turned, passing me by. Again, and again, and again.
It looms before me, inching ever closer. Slowly, undeterred and unstoppable, the remaining time ticks away, flowing away drop by drop, grain by grain. And even as it approaches, I find myself mired once again in apathy.
Where am I going? Where have I been? What do I do? What to I want? I don't know. Lacking ambition, lacking focus, lacking purpose.
Lacking.
