There are moments when I look at things to do and to accomplish, and a feeling of discouragement strikes me. It’s a feeling neighboring the meaninglessness, a feeling that weighs down the chest and makes it almost physically hard to breath.
It seems to come from pressures put onto me, as I don’t feel much motivated when being told what,when and how to do things. Quite immature I know, I still haven’t resolved this cobweb. But the intriguing part is that this demotivational pressure sometimes happens in a similar fashion to instant resolve, though with opposite consequences: it happens in my mind, faster than my realization it has happened.