…living the life you said you were going to start living this year? Are you finally going to put to rest the endless wandering, with the fool’s hope but the hermit’s weariness?
You are the hermit at the moment. Carrying a lantern in the darkness, and the staff to find your ground and ward off danger. Are you blind yet? You seem to have lost your bag of tricks. That little bag that carried with you four small tools, but all you’d ever need.
Where is your inspiration, your muse, your enthusiasm? What have you done to rectify that stoop in your posture, the grey in your hair and the weariness in your eyes?
Is it enough? Have you done enough? Do you mean it?