Desire

I've been reading "The Journey of Desire" in the tub the last couple of days. Its claim is that we are a dead people cause we have chosen to ignore or even kill our desire in an attempt to protect ourselves from the hurts of desires gone unfulfilled.
Reminds me of "Shattered Dreams", a book my dad recommended a few years back at the onset of my major breakdown. Same sort of premise (I didn't read it but he quoted it enough for me to get the idea).

It seems to be true.

I have been fighting to hold on to my desires and dreams inspite of the frustration and loss and failure. But I'm losing. I feel the fire inside me flickering out -- I don't really want to give up ... but I find I lack the emotional, spiritual and mental energy to keep going. I'm slipping into meaningless 'dutiful' existence. Continuing life because its the 'right' thing to do. Accepting a passionless fate cause I don't know where to go to re-energize.