There is interest but there is no will. There is an sense of understanding, but an effort to follow-up further is amiss. An intention to set things in order is unpersuasive. There is so much to do and there is so much to learn. Its limitlessness poses the threat and collides heads-on to the progressiveness of thoughts. Truth somewhere somehow pushes the usual motion of keeping the ball rolling –continuing to breathe. Living certainly is something else though. Moments that live are far and few. A melancholy stage undermines every effort and lends to leaning over subtle dangerous distractions. Distractions deny logic for moments and the ground reality sinks in with greater vengeance. The why, the who and the reasons of existence and barrage of lesser prevalent queries results in a fickle minded mundane task oriented state. A state which has a history of better wellbeing that succumbs to the inability to figure out logical explanations to adjust itself to a superior level where there isn’t a cry over routine – A state of tranquility – A search for peace.
