Well I waited for this Ramazan like anything. In fact I wait for every Ramazan but this time I just don’t have the energy. I try to pray & I don’t have words. I’m not experiencing this for the 1st time but nevertheless it doesn’t feel good. And a time comes when you don’t feel anything. I don’t dread that feeling as such. Everything happens for a reason.
Mostly I feel I’m looking at life from a distance. It’s been so long that it doesn’t even matter sometimes. I also wonder if I die tomorrow how many people would miss me or even attend my funeral in the first place.
Living in the moment, genuine happiness, fun, love…although I have tasted these things but I seriously think something is missing. I don’t know if it’s crucial or it’s just my lousy imagination.
