Reclaiming curiosity

Living in scarcity, lack of time, and energy. Doing twice as much in half the time. Slowly, a soul dies, never again to see the light of their own dream. A curious energy once flourishing with vital life force, now, dim and faint like the echo of a breeze drifting down a chamber of empty caves.

Where did it all go wrong?

Or perhaps, Where now can one act in accordance to once again pull that thread of curiosity?