It’s hard to both wake up and go to bed—on time and a bit earlier than you’re used to… because you’ve been passively living your life, as if you would merely accept things as they are, without at least trying to forge a path you might like. You’re heading to one in which someone else runs the show, and you don’t even know it.
It’s hard to identify the things you love doing… because you haven’t discovered your identity yet. You still don’t know who you are. You don’t know what makes you tick. You don’t know where that spatial and timely spot in the universe is in which everything feels just right.