Sometimes I just sit and wonder about the mysteries of life
Why am I breathing and why am I here and what am I supposed to do..
It starts from my work, flowing from my routine to the reason for my basic existence in life these days, i.e. money. Stuff like that I should have an attitude and I have to be an aggressive asshole cutting around necks in this world of competition. I have to be fast with my actions and reactions and sometimes just have to work like a machine. I have to look at people and smile for no reason at all and then try and project a very composed picture. A go getter oozing with the attitude "You aint messing with me boy", just projecting to be intelligent when all you are doing is using your commonsense. Let me clarify that I do love my job and have no two qualms about it.
In between all this, my mind wonders towards the stars and freedom. It moves towards observing the moving traffic, the bird on the tree, the full whisky bottles just going empty, clouds, the lady dancing like nobodies business, the glance which entered your heart to make you trip, the trip, curves, loud music, lasers, mountains, She, her, sex, laughter, Om....
Well, all this reminds me of the girl I really liked in the past. More then her, I loved the way she used to say bye!
