One of these days I had a faint what-am-I-doing-with-my-life moment. I realized I am just another thing in this universe that’s wafting through space and time, only some times changing course to gravitate towards free food somewhere in transit.
I think much of this realization of mediocrity started in a weak moment (you know, like when your inspiration swings up like a dot com stock in the late nineties) when I searched for some article on getting somewhere in life. And then, the internet pulled up its sleeves and decided to send a deluge of pages my way. I went from reading about habits I need to develop, things I haven’t done, stuff I am not doing, how many hours I have missed being productive… there was even a point when I almost typed “I am sorry! :(” into Google search. Almost. But, apparently, well… wasn’t productive enough.
Heh! I am pretty sure I’d reading this 20 years later wondering why I was being unproductive by writing about not being productive. Well, I’ve news for you too, old man! Think of all the time you’ve been unproductive by reading about you being unproductive and judging my unproductiveness!
Life has come full circle now, congrats!
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