Arghh

All is good, and yet all is not good. My life is going along and things are not entirelly right, but bearable. I feel myself slowly losing connection with things I should be entirely glad off. I don't really know how to react, or what is the proper reaction to some things, even thought I see those reactions daily. I am filled with emotion, passion, rage, anger, yet, I don't really display everything. I sit, and ponder, yet I don't ponder. Sometimes I just sit and go totally blank. I plan to do something, yet there is nothing that is worth doing. I would plan things at work, but there is no reason to plan them. They would just cause me to do more stuff that is random and does not serve a purpose.

Everyone wants to have a purpose in life, yet no one knows that there purpose is. The ones that envision purpose are often seen as slightly off the normal social scale. There aren't many that see, and the ones that see, no longer can acomplish the things. People are all about purpose, but sometimes a day, is a day, and there is nothing more to it. One lives, one ends the day, and counts the accomplishments. It's weird, things don't make sense in life, and we spend a big part of life trying to make sense of things that have no meaning.

Go figure...