|This isn't necessary|
The moment won't move, so you move your mind because you hate the stillness; like a boulder up a steep hill, you push and push and you wonder why you are exhausted. You blame your exhaustion on your life circumstances, on your age, on all the things that need to get done. Everything is done. Everything is whole but your mental illness won't let you see it.
You keep taking things apart so you can fix them. Everything is whole, everything is done. Don't let your mind pull you into the world of illusion.