When the title for this post struck me just now, it put me off writing it :) It sounds as abstract as it means and ensures the few 100-300 words following to be those of a person who is-at heart, it seems-beautifully, agonizingly, aimless.
The thing with people who have set aims and goals in life; It's difficult to hate them, or even envy them. It seems unfair to hold something against these perfectly settled, destination-oriented, busily tired out individuals because I know how they got there. They had a calling, they felt the need to be someone, they took the difficult, fraught decisions to get on the path to there, and now they're on their way. They may be far from it, they may even be suffering through exams, heartache, insecurity, no income, anything, everything, but they're on their way.
Which make me wonder WHY I feel aimless. There seems to be a set goal in most lives, at least, like, a rough arrow in their minds pointing SOMEwhere. My arrow, whenever it blinks on (It's neon, and switches off when I get distracted by pretty things) points one way..then another. Then it blinks, flickers a little, does a circle, wavers, wavers some more, settles for an easy choice, and then switches off.
As prophesied, this post is naught but, bunkum.
The thing with people who have set aims and goals in life; It's difficult to hate them, or even envy them. It seems unfair to hold something against these perfectly settled, destination-oriented, busily tired out individuals because I know how they got there. They had a calling, they felt the need to be someone, they took the difficult, fraught decisions to get on the path to there, and now they're on their way. They may be far from it, they may even be suffering through exams, heartache, insecurity, no income, anything, everything, but they're on their way.
Which make me wonder WHY I feel aimless. There seems to be a set goal in most lives, at least, like, a rough arrow in their minds pointing SOMEwhere. My arrow, whenever it blinks on (It's neon, and switches off when I get distracted by pretty things) points one way..then another. Then it blinks, flickers a little, does a circle, wavers, wavers some more, settles for an easy choice, and then switches off.As prophesied, this post is naught but, bunkum.
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