There comes a time when life doesn’t make any sense. It happened long time ago, when I was a teenager. But today, I am not.
Just when I thought life was going smooth, I was hit by the vagueness of it.
Where is my life going? What am I doing? Am I doing something meaningful for myself or for others? Myriads of questions seep into my mind. They worry me, not so much by the day but definitely by the night. But what good is worrying and wandering in the vague dark corridors of my thoughts. So I decide to catch some sleep and chase some dreams.
One day gone. One more to come.