The feeling of having reached a stage of life you’ve worked very hard the majority of your life to reach, a goal you’ve used to push through a lot of bullshit, then coming to realise it’s not an end. You have to actually keep living. (Binging shounen anime proved to be neither a cure nor a treatment to this feeling)

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I have been spared this particular feeling, via the expedient of never having had any goals to speak of.  The “you have to actually keep living” problem, though, is a pretty universal one, and one I’m very familiar with, thanks to the aforementioned lack of momentum thing I’ve got going on.  So what you do is you get up and find a reason to act; and if pressure’s gone, and fear’s gone, and even the completionist urge isn’t there because you’ve run out of rungs on your ladder, then the next thing you do is find a rabbit and chase it.   It doesn’t matter what it is.  Find a scent.  In the name of that fierce, bloody-mouthed joy for which there is probably a specific German word, go out and kill something.  

What I am telling you is that you need a hobby.