State of mind on a lonely morning

So many thoughts running through my head

How someone was disrespectful
How I was harsh on someone
How someone admired my thinking
How someone admonished me

Sometimes I am confused, sometimes enthused, sometimes angry
Sometimes I wish I had some feelings which I don't find in me

Its all so much here and there, up and down, desire and dissatisfaction

Motivation and failures

Short term and Long term

Health and family

Searching for old friends - connected by shadows - by the phone, or, online

Where are the times when we talked about life?

About the magic of machines, of creating fantastic things?

About discovering the nature of reality?

About the self and eternity?

So many impressions on the mind, yet I rarely find something I truly treasure.

What else is life's measure?

But one must be practical. Ah, practical.