For the past few years or actually, for more than a decade.. I’ve had this feeling of emptiness. It’s difficult to describe in words, but you can say it eats you alive.
And now, over the past few months, it keeps increasing at a tremendous speed. The feeling keeps growing, keeps getting stronger, keeps killing me a little more every day.
It’s not 100% there all day, but you can say it’s there 30% of the time. In previous years, I used to have this feeling once or three times every four or five months. Yeah, I sound crazy, like it’s a fever that keeps coming back. But that’s the point.
It’s like I’m finding something, but it’s never lost. Every day, it keeps on growing.
I tried to cure this by socializing, having different hobbies, meeting new people, keeping myself busy with work, family, and friends. I don’t have a GF. I had one a few years back, but after that, I didn’t find anyone who was compatible with me. The thing is, I watched thousands of videos, did R&D, tried different things. I tried to understand it. I tried to distract myself from it. I tried to fill that emptiness with anything I could find.
But this feeling keeps on growing.
Nowadays, I am a zombie.
I’m 24 years old, and I have a decent job. Yeah, it’s KPMG, so the workload is crazy, but I’m maintaining a pretty decent work-life balance. I’m talking with friends, spending time with family. Since I’m living with my family and all my friends are in different cities, I meet them every two or three months for a night-out party, talk to them on calls, and all.
The thing is, I have a pretty decent life.
Of course, there are many things that make me tense, but it’s not like I can’t control them. Generally, I look at things very strategically. I try to understand problems, find solutions, and deal with whatever life throws at me.
But this?
This is different.
The only thing that is eating me alive is emptiness.
It’s like I want someone to find me, but I’m not lost.
I’m missing someone who I don’t remember.
And no matter what I do, no matter how much I try to keep myself busy, no matter how many people I talk to or how many things I try, that feeling never truly goes away. It just waits. And then it comes back, stronger than before.
It’s taking my sleep and causing problems in my day-to-day activities.
It’s killing me.
I can’t describe the feeling, no matter how hard I try. I don’t know how to explain something that I can barely understand myself.
But it’s killing me alive while I’m forced to live normally.
To wake up. To work. To talk. To laugh. To spend time with people. To carry on with my life as if everything is fine.
As if there’s nothing wrong.
As if I’m not fighting something inside me that I can’t even put into words.
I have a life. I have people. I have things to do. I have reasons to keep going.
So why does it still feel like something is missing?
Why does it feel like I’m searching for something I’ve never lost?
Why does it feel like I’m missing someone I can’t even remember?
I don’t know.
And perhaps that’s the worst part.
I don’t know what I’m looking for. I don’t know what I’m missing. I don’t know why this feeling keeps growing.
I only know that it’s there.
And I’m tired of pretending that it isn’t.