memories come with a pricetag

"Memories come with a pricetag..." Yea? Probably quite true. Maybe this lends itself to a partial explanation for my current quarter life crisis: I'm cheap.

I used to be cheap when it pertained to the pennies in my pocket but I think I've become cheap on my life now. I neither feel motivated nor inspired -- by people or things -- and therefore find myself without the confidence to take a lot of actions in my life that would bring me to a place that is less "crisis" and more "living." I might be the only one that understands today's post but I'm using this as a way of coming to terms with my numbness.

Alas I am waiting for a lightbulb moment to guide me to a new way. Waiting for a lightbulb moment is an obvious useless endeavor. That's not how those moments work!

A friend of mine was discussing her listlessness with me and brought up the philosopher Nietzsche...and I can't recall the quote persay but paraphrasing he says that one must clear the mind and basically become "dumb" to cure restlessness and bring happiness. Hmm...how do you make yourself "dumb"?