Am i the only one who feels all the color has been sucked out of life? the magic, the wonder, the thrill of living?? I tell myself its just that im getting older and maturing.. but no, deep down I feel its more. I think maybe its the strife of life and all its financial burdens.. and while i do feel that holds some weight, still I feel there something more. Nothing feels like it should, what use to bring me joy feels more like a burden when i think of doing it, Movies and music today seems so dry and meaningless I find myself watching old movies and shows to remind me of what good TV felt like, Even craigslist itself has changed (and not for the better) . Many times I think it was the Boomer generation that really created the magic and as they leave the earth they take it with them and we are incapable of replacing what they built. When I was younger my favorite author was Piers Anthony and he wrote about our dreary world of Mundania of which we humans are stuck in But just across the way was a mystical world known as Xanth filled with magic, wonder and fantastical creatures. As i became older and started settling into the mundane task of mundania Xanth became just a childhood memory, however as this dull existence wears on i now find myself dreaming of that secret hidden passageway to Xanth. Silly huh? a grown man in his 40's fantasying on childhood books.. perhaps ive gone mental, sometimes i think Covid had something to do with this shift in the paradigm of life, They forced us inside for a completely different reason, But before i turn myself into a mental institution I figured i would reach out to see if anyone has felt the same change in the paradox?