21 years to life and yet when i get up in the
morning, i am confused as to how the day should be spent. I really do not
understand why a career is important. Why does it define our life and our
personality?
Cannot a man want to do a variety of things in his
short life? The idea of death and the theory of nothingness post death scare
the shit out of me. Still the World is so beautiful and yet so much is to be
seen, explored.
Don’t mind the lack of flow in my scribbling. I am
writing what i am thinking. Like a textual voice recorder or something. So yes,
i would like to be a wanderer, a traveler. But then how do i earn for my
travels. Can’t someone pay me for travelling the world? I would right about my
travels and maybe you can sell it. Hmm. I am blank. I will stop now; I need to
think of the places to travel. Because I cannot possibly cover the entire
World. It’s too large and I am too small and life is too short. I should sleep.
The street dogs outside bark a lot at night. Wonder what makes them. Still, the
night smells so beautiful. Mysteriously beautiful. Okay, good night and if
you've reached here, thanks for reading. Love.
