I am weary, but there are different types of weariness. The English language does not do justice to the notion of weariness. There is a kind of weariness that is good for the soul. Most of the time, this is not the case. But there are instances that one has spent themselves on something that is so rewarding, that the exhaustion reflects a kind of sweetness. This is the weariness which brings a kind of inner rest. There is that other kind, of course — rest which brings inner weariness. I prefer the former.