The art of procrastination. It feels like there is a certain phase that most of us go through at one point or the other. You can call it by the term mid life crisis or something else. What is life meant to be anyways? Study, get a job, earn money, buy a house, car, blah blah, and continue working till you die? Is that it?
Sure, you might become a Corporate Czar one day, or a CEO, or a successful entrepreneur. What about it? Yes, you earned a lot of money, and fame to go with it. But what after that? Is that all there is to life? Pursuing materialistic goals with no ends to greed or desire?
It is past midnight now, and yet I don’t feel like going to sleep. I feel as if each day gone, is a day wasted. What am I really learning? Am I actually doing anything of any real importance, or is it just all superfluous? As is everything else. What happened to my dreams and ambitions? Is it all going down the vortex of a dark, black hole?
Why is it that I find it so difficult to connect with others? I try to seek blessings in solitude but all that does is leave a bitter taste in the mouth later on. Office work is already a routine, monotonous hum of complaints and mundane tasks. Travel is limited and offers short term pleasure. Am I just seeking to run away from it all?
Or is there really some higher purpose out there?