Mostly the purpose of getting up in the morning is to get something done. Surprisingly that is becoming a rarity for certain people at least when they look at their own little life. I sometimes, rather, mostly wonder about getting things done. I teach, I inspire and then sit down and read, may be share a few view points on matters deemed important on that particular day and get back home, kiss the people I love, play, work out, read again and TV and then sleep after reading some more. Add writing to it, which never involved showing to someone else, this here is a change in routine. Anyway, mostly when I question myself what I did, I go, damn! nothing of value. It may have been of value to some people, from what they have expressed to me, but for me personally, nothing,

When is it of any value?

I used to travel a lot without knowing why, and with no particular aim in mind, just kept moving seeing different places, meeting different people, experiencing the idea of lousy toilet seats and lousier bed bug, ants and I dunno what all infested beds. I loved that. I had this peaceful calm smile at the end of the day that made my nights more healthier and hug-able. Why?

The purposelessness of it all made it worthwhile. I dunno, I am just guessing. Quite recently, the purpose bug hit me and since then I have been miserable about all that I do. Everything. I am into this horrendous exercise of questioning everything that I do. I talk with my love and I go what is the purpose of this conversation, I am considering meeting my friends, I am thinking, what is the freaking purpose. Some loose talk, cheap booze, and some really heavy protein intake and after all that a heavy dose of hangover the next day and then the worry about further purpose. I don’t think one can live like that. Thinking about purpose of each and everything in a rational way. There are lots irrational and unpalatable answers to the purposes of all the above minute tasks or deeds but they do not help when the intellectual domain comes forth and places its point of view, stating that this is incorrigible.

I believe the beauty of everyday existence lies in the fact that you live, do things that make you feel happy, do things that give cheer and a high and do not seek answers and do not have queries and hopes and aspirations. Mostly, it is that which fails and makes for miserable daily routines and logs of anger bouts as the purpose may at times remain just that and does not pour out its brimming state and may stay such for a very long time, taking you along in its delirium, everyday state of morose and vanity and consume you in its closed brimming sensation.

Just Live…… Just Do…