I'm not sure that I understand what ennui is. After I lost my fingers, I still had the goal of teaching English in Japan. After a few years though, it seemed less and less like a goal that I could achieve due to my failed academic career in college. Eventually I gave up on it, and with it gave up on my language studies. For many years I felt aimless, without a motivating passion or goal. I despaired that I didn't know how to replace the interests that had consumed me. I think recurring depression had something to do with it. Now that I no longer have issues with depression, I no longer worry about it. I have plenty of things to fill my time, and I still get less done than I'd like, but worrying about having an overriding pursuit to organize my time no longer consumes me.
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