it crashes at a spot

noam noam noam noam noam...

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