Purpose

No purpose. Even the ramblings of the mind are both useless and counter-productive. They serve the egotistical purpose of feeding the pretentious mind of the individual. A way to attach words to a vain sense of awareness of the surroundings. Settle with a life without a purpose. In search of a meaning it's easy to get lost in meaninglessness. No, a second is not a moment of joy, it's a second. It's not a drop in the ocean of time, it's simply a second. Happiness is not a goal, neither it is a byproduct of actions, it's a way of the weak to wander around in the safe routines of life. Joy comes both in the form of tears and smiles and finding the right path just obliterates the existence of the remaining ones. It's like going to a buffet and only eating chocolate cake because it tastes good. There's more than chocolate cake. Sweet, bitter, salty foods, willing to stimulate all your senses if you give them a chance. And you settle with chocolate cake.

But this is just a useless and counter-productive rambling of the mind... lost in the search of words forgot the reason why I'm writing this. Maybe there is no reason. Or maybe I just don't feel like writing anymore.

Tomas Roda