the journey

I feel empty. No happiness nor sorrow. Caught in this in between emotion. There is nothing I want that makes any practical sense. Perhaps my mind and heart are at odds... bending my perceptions, creating a void. I feel more mortal than ever... the impending end to this journey weights heavily. Have I done enough? Have I been brave enough? Have I loved enough? Dared enough? Have I cried enough? Laughed enough? Failed enough? Succeed enough? If I leave this very day... Have I done enough? tried hard enough?

It bothers me that I can't answer these questions.