I feel as though my soul is a creature sleeping in it's den, it dreams of such glorious things as the hunt and it's purpose fulfilled, it's enemy slain, blood dripping viscously from it's teeth and claws, but it only sleeps, and so there are only hints of these actions, a twitch of a paw, a sound in it's fitful slumber. that is how I feel, I feel unfulfilled, I feel a drive and a force to push me to do something, but I have no idea which direction in which to follow that drive and through which to allow my purpose to manifest itself..... it really is a dreadful feeling