am i in love with my job?...
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slipping away are the
moments when i drain myself in contentment
indulge in thoughts of existentialism and metaphysics
philosophy exercise good and grim trainer
for work is weary
for life has become weary
now needed are moments of breach
emptiness and hollowness filled with physical output say
running or
swimming
which i so neatily happily engaged just yesterday
time when
nothing cross my mind except the
visual of blue water across sight and
cool ripples aka hydra tactile motions gliding on my surface
contentment of another sort
and i cant weight which is heavier
what has life become
incessant absorption in absorption
tiring yet rewarding
now so torn out tiring and
is so still rewarding?
and how indeed exactly was absorption rewarding when
one has yet the courage to produce some change out of it
externally
how is enrichment of oneself meaningful if
it can't be shared made influential to a community small or big
for
the world is a big web of
connections and interrelations
a blend a mix of
however saturation
make it matter
be affective
-- it could be deeper
but perhaps shallower simpler has greater effect and
if so it indeed is the deepest out of all
and substance and depth keep mutating
-- how could one stop thinking writing this trail of thoughts training leading to
an unknown destination or
it crashes at a spot
