picture by Bernat Casero
Here's just a sampling:
Have you ever felt like your life is busy and occupied but yet you're still waiting for life to begin, to start happening for real?
Like you're all grown up now but you have yet to feel real independence...or the better word, emancipation? The freedom to choose, but more so the freedom to trust your own choices before every other voice around you drowns you in its magnetic pull?
Are you strong enough to survive in a dog-eat-dog world, where everyone steps on each other to get on top, yet remain true to your values without caving in?
Do you still carry your past around with you like extra flab than never goes off (unless you start working out like mad, that is) and am still trying to work through this?
Are you tired waiting? For the next offer, next promotion, next stage, that is coming but seems to take forever to be within reach? Why can't now itself be enjoyable?
Is it possible to have a 9 to 5 (or more) kind of desk job routine life and find fulfillment in all that you do? Really? Seems that the media stereotypes it as so boring, and sometimes one can almost buy it for real.
Do you wait for your rather routine life to have some meaning to it all? All this talk about career and passion and personality, has it brought you to a better understanding of yourself and people? How about your course/job?
Are you emotionally stable? Disciplined? Passionate about this blink in time called life?
Are you just moving from stage to stage in time, without feeling any significance about it or its purpose, at all?
Have you wondered if you can ever find true love? And do you have regrets?
Have you became?
*sometimes I wonder if I should have taken up philosophy instead, since I think so much and so deeply that my brain is so hyperactive it can explode. Then again, I'm laid back and rather lazy by nature, only driven at times that are rare yet so cherish-able. haha :D
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