On Languishing, Growth, & Wonder
I’ve started to feel a bit stagnant as of late, like life is sort of happening around me instead of me engaging with it; like I’m less the protagonist and more a spectator of my own life. It’s not a sense of depression or sadness that I’ve felt in the past, but more a feeling that my life has been on autopilot. I suppose in a word; languishing . I first remember hearing of this concept during the Covid Pandemic, where time seemed to have stood still and flew by all at the same time. Where each day (for me, anyway) sort of felt like a repeat of the last until suddenly I was back where I started, only one year on. Indeed, time will always march on, but what about us? Do we march on? Or do we simply muddle through? It’s a conscious decision to live your life with intent – one that we must make every single day, and I guess lately I’ve felt I’m slipping in that regard. At the same time I don’t want to get swept up in notions of constant self-improvement (auf Deutsch, der “Selbst...