The Fatigue after the Launch

What goes up must come down. Likewise, after the climax has been reached, the anticlimax will be up next. I guess I’m feeling that right now. Culture shock, withdrawal syndrome, burnout. It comes every time I pump in great effort towards a passion, a cause, a project, with all my heart, with all my strength, with all my soul.

I don’t feel like doing anything about it right now, even though there are things to touch up. I feel that I have tried my best for the collective good, to provide resources for people, to make it as successful as possible. At times, I am misunderstood, or not heard, or ignored. I am not upset about it. I think it can happen anytime and everywhere. It’s just, I don’t know how to deal with it.

I have my dreams and aspirations.

I also can envisage what it takes to make it successful.

I am a forgotten person, which is just as well, because I rather not have praises and acknowledgments. I prefer not to. It wouldn’t bring me any inch closer to what I desire. Only the great I Am can.

I just hope that what Jo wished for me would come true this year.