Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Desperate cries.
I cry for a meaning. I cry for sembelance of a life. I cry out for something worthy to do.
If there is anyone, willing to light a path, I will be willing to lend my ears.
To fill every minute in between, to occupy every free day spent in vain.
In other words, to find some place where I belong. I'm starting to get tired of running alone in the wild. Really, really tired of this boring life.
I've tried extravagance, I've tried solitude, I've tried procastination and I've tried resignation. Nothing works.
In the puzzle of life, where does free time fit? Outside of work and study, what is free time for? Surely it's sole purpose is not to torment me?
Help.
Gavin
pondered @ 21:21
