Losing and Finding Life's Purpose
Sometimes, if I am alone, I tend to lose sight of my life's purpose. Just like earlier today, I was alone inside the bus going home and I felt something embracing my heart. It is not an embrace of warmth and familiarity. It is rather an embrace of coldness and aloofness. It is unfamiliar and yet something I have felt before. It is during these moments that I begin to wonder what I am still doing with my life and if I am able to identify it, I question myself why I am doing those things. The clear direction which I have set for myself becomes blurry, that losing one's way is totally inevitable. I tried to reflect upon this experience. I realized that this feeling is totally unnecessary and absolutely unhealthy. I think that this is only but a result of being tired and weary of the many things that I am doing. It is sometimes overwhelming that probably sadness is trying to seep through the crevices that this weariness is creating and thus taking advantage of this weakness