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I asked myself that question yesterday, and I couldn't recall the last time I had fun. If there's one, it most likely would be during pre-COVID, pre-fatherhood times. Maybe it's the last time I was in Bali, in December 2019. So it's been at least 3 years. **3 looong years.** Through a global catastrophe, a local crisis, and a personal upheaval. Time is relative, they say. And truly, it felt like 30 years not 3. > "I can't recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I'm naked in the dark." – Frodo Like Frodo in the *Lord Of The Rings*, I can't even remember how to have fun anymore, after those long dark years. My muscle memory on how to do it... all gone. Everything now is revolves around work or care, duty and responsibility. Even when it's supposed to be a fun leisure activity, I'm 'working' in some capacity - as an entrepreneur, a dad, a husband, a son. Always having to look out for others, care for them. I thought I was burned out from work, from hustling. Instead I think I'm burned out. From everything. From life itself. *How do you take a vacation from life itself?* I wish I knew the answer, but nothing's coming through... yet. Or maybe I just need more sleep...

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