Weary

I am weary today. I don't mean sleepy, though I am. I don't mean physically drained, though I'm that too. I mean weary. From time to time I fantasize about finding a secluded hole somewhere and crawling into it. This is one of those times. I try and I work hard and I live life and go along like that for awhile. Then I just stop and I look at it all and think...What good have I done? What am I accomplishing? Am I making a difference at all? Man, life would be so easy if I just looked out for #1...if I never committed to anything, never worked at anything. No one would expect anything of me. No one would be disappointed. I wouldn't be sleepy, drained and weary. I wouldn't be stressed or worried. I know this is all crazy talk. I know I can't crawl in a hole or be happy just living for myself. I'm just venting and this is the place to do it.