Sometimes I tend to be catatonic, bored, and lost from nowhere. But it doesn't merit that I am deranged.
What I am experiencing, maybe typical, for a man in his' midlife.
The thing is, I am in race against time, my mind dictates to run fast, and win the fight. However, my body getting hostile with what my mind dictates.
From being robust, my body likened now to an overused machine, dysfunctional and needs overhauling I guess, to be right on tune, to get a little bit alignment until the good fight ends.
Let us see how far I can still run or maybe walk, and deal fairly with what fate needs me to accomplish still!