Do u ever feel the pointlessness of stuff u do. Used to ask my mom how she used to go through mind numbing job of being a house wife. She kept a great house. Spotless clean and we were always looked after well. She fed us taught us. Wonder sometimes how she didn't turn mad. I have a job to keep me sane. She said she never thought so much or questioned anything. Not that she is not a strong personality. She is extremely strong person v opinionated and forceful but she just got on. I think that's how it was for everyone that generation. They just got on. Not questioning everything.
I am here looking at the kitchen thinking what's the point in even cleaning this mess. Come evening I will b cooking snacks and then dinner. With the masalas I use this fucking place will b a mess again and the sink will b full again. Kids will b throwing the cushions on the floor and probably kick the ball arnd. So my living room will b a mess. Bedroom is like a tornado struck area.
Used to discuss travels with my cousin , who died while trekking in China. When we were kids we marked out places on a map. Places we wld visit. Just bit of fun. Looking back so much there to see. Well half of those places are now no go war zones. Like turkey and Syria. Ah want to roam the world. See explore immerse - angor wat, Mayan ruins, pyramids, Canadian forests , yellow stone national park, arctic Antarctic Himalayas African jungles New Zealand mountains wild off beat places cities with beautiful lights lil quaint towns and villages crumbling ruins majestic buildings ancient places modern architecture. Stand still watch breathe live laugh just live.
Ah I want to sit down have a coffee read a book listen to some music. Simple things in life. But I guess that's the deal with being an adult. With it comes commitments and responsibilities and can't just hide away behind a book and a cup of coffee , can't just run off to a different part of this world. Have to stand , shake off this lethargy and plug this lil hole in the soul and carry on. That's life ... the carrying on .. the crumbling of old dreams the building of new ones the shifting of priorities as the sands of time shift the glimpse of a point in all this pointlessness.
I am here looking at the kitchen thinking what's the point in even cleaning this mess. Come evening I will b cooking snacks and then dinner. With the masalas I use this fucking place will b a mess again and the sink will b full again. Kids will b throwing the cushions on the floor and probably kick the ball arnd. So my living room will b a mess. Bedroom is like a tornado struck area.
Used to discuss travels with my cousin , who died while trekking in China. When we were kids we marked out places on a map. Places we wld visit. Just bit of fun. Looking back so much there to see. Well half of those places are now no go war zones. Like turkey and Syria. Ah want to roam the world. See explore immerse - angor wat, Mayan ruins, pyramids, Canadian forests , yellow stone national park, arctic Antarctic Himalayas African jungles New Zealand mountains wild off beat places cities with beautiful lights lil quaint towns and villages crumbling ruins majestic buildings ancient places modern architecture. Stand still watch breathe live laugh just live.
Ah I want to sit down have a coffee read a book listen to some music. Simple things in life. But I guess that's the deal with being an adult. With it comes commitments and responsibilities and can't just hide away behind a book and a cup of coffee , can't just run off to a different part of this world. Have to stand , shake off this lethargy and plug this lil hole in the soul and carry on. That's life ... the carrying on .. the crumbling of old dreams the building of new ones the shifting of priorities as the sands of time shift the glimpse of a point in all this pointlessness.
