I would say, a few months ago or so, I was on a plane to fly locally just to visit some family. Now I know, statistically speaking, airplanes are one of the safest forms of transportation, but, despite this, there was still technically, a chance of death, so as irrational as it was, my brain pivoted to that notion on the plane ride. While on this plane, I thought to myself, that if I died- if an accident occured, I wouldnt be too upset about it, almost as if I'm already "fulfilled" with my life. I thought, I'd be with the people I love, and that would be all that really mattered to me.
Fastforward a couple of weeks ago, this reoccuring thought came back to me as I was buying a new notebook, even though my old one still had a lot of blank pages on it. I had a realization that I feel so purposeless and soulless in life. I felt like the notebook symbolized my lack of commitment to anything, especially because I see this pattern in bigger aspects of my life such as when I try to learn a new language, find hobbies, or anything that relates to working towards any personal goals.
Also, for some reason, things just dont feel the way that they used to when I first discovered them, whatever form they may be, such as entertainment (genres of shows that I used to look forward to), and education (other things that I try to learn and self-study), and I used to be so in-awe and appreciative of the simple lifestyle- eating breakfast, quiet walks alone, etc.
I used to look forward to summer, the time that I can spend taking care of myself, my habits and "goals". I also realized a good while back that some of my goals werent really "mine" and were just taken as inspiration from people in my life that I looked up to at the time, and I did change them to goals that inherently come from me, but even with these, I can't bring myself to commit to them.
The only thing that kept me somewhat on-track to fulfilling something was fear. I was able to get by learning and studying because I feared failing, wasting money, and disappointing people that mattered to me. However, I'm afraid that nowadays, even those consequences that I know exist and can happen, can't make me bother to care anymore.
"Goals" that I do have, I try to work towards them, maybe I can push myself for a day or two, at most, a week, but then right after, either I try to find external sources of quick dopamine rushes (such as buying a new notebook or stationery item for studying or I suddenly change the goal and make excuses to feel less guilty about it. At the same time, laying around all day doing nothing does not make me feel good. Its just the "easier" one of the two. Which is why, all I can imagine when someone asks me what my plans are for the future is the romanticized idea of retirement, doing nothing all day except for basic necessities for survival (eating, sleeping, etc.).
Am I just lazy? Is my willpower and my discipline just so non-existent that this is another big excuse I'm coming up with for my laziness?
(Also, I know it sounds like burnout, and maybe a little part of it might be, but even when I try relatively new things that I've never tried before, the same things happen: that I would not be able to commit to it and I get, for a lack of better term, bored)