Numbed

I'm waiting for Bee to pick me up. I'm actually doing this standing up. I was just thinking of how I'd started writing again...

I'm trying to recall those moments when I used to feel so much, care so much about almost everything in life (If not everything!). I was so passionate then, so opinionated about things. Little things could affect me, big time. And I had so much compassion then.

Then? I am really that "less" compassionate these days? Sadly? Yes.