I’m with you. I may have had enough during one short stint in my life. Good sex and enough at the same time. It was a dream. Still is the dream, for sure. Longing, you used that word. I feel it everyday. Longing is just a part of life now. Feels like sadness, but it’s more complex and less about depression. And it doesn’t motivate me to work harder, faster, or anything. It makes me want to numb myself somehow. I hear you.