I'm at a point in life where seemingly I am running out of steam. I am neither happy nor sad I am simply living to the best of my ability helping people according to their individual needs. I am servant in every sense of the word, but I am tired. I used to possess tremendous drive at learning about intellect and spirituality. However, I find my thirst for new elements of understanding is nothing more than a fossilized remnant of a flourishing life. Maybe there is nothing more for me because I have all that is offered to me .