The Emptiness Of Futility Can Drag You Down If You Do Not Quickly Recover

The emptiness of futility.

This is a strange one.

A strange space to get into. Where nothing seems important. Nothing seems to make sense. Nothing is worth the effort.

At times this feeling of inadequateness can descend and seem to take over us. For moments, perhaps long moments. Hours or days, everything just seems to be too much for us.

We want to do things but what is the point? What will we or others get out of this mind numbingly boring and repetitive and useless action or activity? This is how futility can grab you.

The light seems to have gone from our day, from our life, from our heart. We are listless. Lethargic. Tired. A headache. Weak and feeble. Things are conspiring against us.

Not a pretty picture but one that seemingly can envelop us in its negativity. And drain our life energy away leaving us a shadow of our former selves and wondering . . .

Maybe we cannot even raise the effort to wonder why, or why me, why now? Such thoughts seem so pointless.

The emptiness of futility.

How does futility have any power over us? Or why do we let futility creep into our lives and take a hold. But all need not be lost . . .

But then a little something happens. A little surprise. Yet it may not be a real surprise, but just some little event or moment which brightens our day, our life, our heart.

A glimmer of hope in the blackness of the storm clouds surrounding us.

Will the moment be grasped or left to float away. Our choice. We can continue our melancholy or grasp this small branch of hope.

Let this sliver of light into our lives. Let it shine in upon our darkness. Let it move us.

For which is our true state. Melancholy darkness with no point, energy or hope. OR to feel light and hope and joy in our heart and in our life that all is well and we can . . . We just can.

What do you think? Which would you rather have? Sure the light can soon be stamped out, but once lit it can cast the blackness out and open up new horizons, new hope, new joy, new contentment - and we can be on the road to recovery.

Do we want to make the effort along this new path, and far away from futility, in those moments - always our choice . . .