So far

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.