I am having one of those days where I basically have sat lifeless, like a
statue, waiting for something, but..what? This feeling to change first I
would imagine, but there isn't One Thing I can think of doing today that
seems to have much value, so I have sat here. I got up and looked out the
window, walked around the house a bit, but invariably end up back sitting on
the edge of my bed looking out the window. And I don't feel depressed. I
don't think so. During the week when I am working, I don't have to think
these thoughts as much. But when I have some free time, boom its right
there: What is the purpose my life? of our lives? I cant answer that. And
yet I feel I have a purpose, but don't really know it.
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