And what did I used to know...

I used to know things, too.
I knew what I was grateful for.
I knew what I was striving for.
I knew what made me happy.
I knew who I liked.
I knew who I loved.
I knew that those forces were powerful enough.

I knew what the consequences were of the choices I had made and I could live with them. No problem.
I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I knew where I wanted to be.

I knew that what I had was enough.
Right? For who could ask for more than a connection to everything and being a part of the whole.

I used to know that if I died tomorrow, that today was well lived and that I had no regrets.

For a time I have been struggling. But at least now I remember what I used to know.

From here... it's going to have to be one step at a time.