Here I am in my office.. the sun is about to set in some time. I am not exactly bored but I definitely don't want to work. I don't want to work, yes.
For the past 3 weeks, I have been tortured by the thoughts of what I really want to do in my life.. not tht it had spared me before but it was too much that I could not work properly. Its like a voice roaring and telling me - What the **** are you doing? And Why??
I feel I glorify the feeling which must be concurrent to any other person struggling to find his purpose in life. :) for anyone, his own issue is such a big thing. Its my big round world staring in my face, such that I can't see anything else.
Funny it all is.. really!