Living in the past is depression,
in the future; anxiety,
in the immediacy of satiation,
You assume fulfilment,
and forget it causes mediocrity.
You question your predicament,
and envy the comfort of others.
Where is your recognition,
of all the lowly and base things?
spat with ingratitude,
have become shackles around your ankles.
Had God willed, he would give you in your entirety to the world and you could not contain your condition, and beg for pardon to be returned to being a recluse.
Don’t assume your condition is bad for you, it could be that it is saving you from worse.