"What are we doing here?", she had asked, part curious and part frustrated owing to discontentment. Her context with 'here' was different than mine; still it didn't count for none of us had any answers.
What am I actually doing here: A robot whiling away through a mechanical life, infinitely looping through patterns, routines, pretensions, some unfulfilled desires, few fulfilled passions, running a race against time, against 'them', against myself.
But there are times when I do have an answer to this, and ironically in those moments the question doesn't matter, the 'I' doesn't, the time doesn't and the language doesn't. In those moments.... well forget it.... it doesn't matter... :)
Love,
-Kannav
What am I actually doing here: A robot whiling away through a mechanical life, infinitely looping through patterns, routines, pretensions, some unfulfilled desires, few fulfilled passions, running a race against time, against 'them', against myself.
But there are times when I do have an answer to this, and ironically in those moments the question doesn't matter, the 'I' doesn't, the time doesn't and the language doesn't. In those moments.... well forget it.... it doesn't matter... :)
Love,
-Kannav
how pretentious... well i dont think you fit the mould of everything, at least not pretentious. interesting situation to be - in your shoes (or without it?)
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