Towards the end…
What does one define as the end? As Bo Jack characters have so thoughtfully put out, there’s always a day after the “happily ever after” day.
Half asleep, and one doesn’t know what to engage one’s inactive soul into. Why would you come running for something, sacrificing your much-needed sleep? Does it give you the satisfaction of being productive? Are you though, really being active? Is all this a pretense? Maybe not. But who cares?
Why do you need someone to care for it to qualify as something worth caring?