Since an unknown point in time zone, I have become what I never wanted to be - amorphous, dithering, depleted, and with all this, just another guy in crowd, faceless. Why do I feel so, I do not know. Not that I do not have sufficient load of goals in life, I do have them. I also have the knowledge that I need to achieve them. I know how the people who matter to me (and to whom, I do matter) have been relentlessly trying to plug me out of this mode....
But why again I keep looking at life as an unending vicious circle for me, where I am stuck up, immobile, pegged to infinite depth leaving me no space to raise my head and breathe.
But why again I keep looking at life as an unending vicious circle for me, where I am stuck up, immobile, pegged to infinite depth leaving me no space to raise my head and breathe.
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