Aug 16 Daily Entry -- Different Trees Again

Different trees again. Different birds. Different light.

This park feels like sadness. It feels like old age. I sit in it, and everything seems too hard to overcome.

Everything feels too hard. Does this mean I'm doing the wrong things again? The things that were not meant for me?

But what is meant for me, then? If someone would just tell me, I would throw myself into it. But no one will tell me.

Maybe nothing was meant for me. Maybe I was just meant to exist around my friends and family. Hunting and gathering.

What a far cry.

And no way to return. Each spark of ingenuity taking us farther from home.

And they always say you can't go back again.