Every Man for Himself (3)

I wonder when it started.

I became unable to understand myself.

Not knowing yourself is more complicated than you’d think.

As my likes and dislikes grew hazy, the meaning behind my actions became unclear.

What had led me to do this? What purpose had guided me?

When the person at the heart of it suddenly disappears, wouldn’t you be bewildered?

Like a swaying twig, the resolve I’d held onto crumbled at the slightest breeze.

When your sense of self disappears, all that remains is an empty creature.

Living forever.

But with a dead heart...