There’s so much to write about. Yet I feel so uninspired to write.
Bhai politics, the quest for a new housemate, the cushy new job, blah, blah, blah. All these trials and the triumphs seem like trivia. Energy, focus, drive, all these buzzwords seem so yuppie.
Tame. Mundane.
It’s like as if a greater purpose has to emerge. Or do I need to find it? Or does it reveal itself?
It will come to you when you are ready. Perhaps you are there already and have yet to see it. Ahh, the mysteries of life
You asked a question, you will get an answer, You will hear it and know it, the important part is, would you “receive” it?
You people are PROFOUND…