Quarantine blues.

Too much of a good thing is bad.

I have always thought that at some point I would love to have a break with everyday life, when everything just stops and appreciate life more. Never have I thought that that absurd desire would be a reality. For two months now, I have been stuck at my home doing nothing but mundane everyday things. I was able to fix most of the stuff that I have been putting off up until that point due to a "lack of time". I was able to finish two video-games that have been stuck in the backburner of my video-game library for more than a year now; I was able to clean the paper stockpile that I have built for the entirety of my undergraduate degree; I was able to finish two books and I was also able to fix my half-broken laptop by installing a new distro and as well fix and simplify all the scripts for all the functions that I do with the computer, ultimately ending with this script that streamlines the creation and synchronization of blog posts in my humble neocities blog.

But in the midst of it all, I was left with a feeling of emptiness. As if all of the things that I have been putting off until this point is what's giving me a horizon to look forward and go to. But now those seemingly simple tasks are done, I am left yearning for a new horizon. While it might seem that this post is filled with nothing but self-gloating and with me desperately trying to find meaning in all of the things that I have done and it might very well be. I would rather like to think of it as me reflecting on all of the things that I have done and that I have felt. To try to pick up from where it ended and go forward from there.

So for you, the unseen eye viewing this unfortunate post. There might be no lesson to be gathered from this, but at least I hope you will be able to appreciate not being able to finish things that you have set yourself, lest be me and find myself in a situation that I never expected a few months prior to be here.