This Cannot Go On

*snigger*

The last I wrote about something I thought of as part of my life's happenings; November the 24th. Funny, how much a couple of weeks can do to a person. This goes to say that I have indeed come to realise something. If ever and whenever one stops pondering on the needless, needless to say it stops pounding him/her. Much like mere fidgeting of the nails and untangling of the knots in the hair when there is much to look upon, mull over and straighten out.

Lamenting over ghastly tales of mishaps and drowning over sweet serenading notes of a swirling cup of hot chocolate may seem all nasty for the former and all enchanting for the latter. True, the simplest of things like bittersweet memories and the simplicity of a beverage brewed with love is more bewitching than a pile of documents to tend to. Ever wondered what may have got the famous and the powerful through and thorough with benediction of their success??? Was it the doing of acquiring blessings or the act of making the obvious manifest??? Or does the both work hand-in-hand???

What is it; the reason behind such an excruciating semblance??? A weak will? A comfortable disposition in bemoaning? A willing soul to carry out a bidding? A cornered, wishful thinking that it may all see the end of the road? A show to exert one's tenacity? What is this all about???

What is our purpose on Earth???

Belittling anything less? Beholding the marvel of those anymore than thyself?
Justify being hedonistic? Judge those who are?
Desire the desired? Hate the hated?
Help the poor and the needy? Scorn the worthless and the greedy?
Work for the wants? Settle for the deeds?
Talk when talked about? Silent when unknown about?
Please oneself with applaud? Shy away when discerned?
Believe only the lucid? Doubt all the inconspicuous?
Luck? Effort?
Faith? Ambiguity?

Rhetorics can only do so much to stating purpose. The rest and above all, the infallible, is experience... Not in the manner of being wise and heavy wisdom. But in the manner of sensation.

What we see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is never enough. What we feel is always dubious. Everything is fragile and vulnerable. Its all Mahamaya.

Its raining, I can't jog. This cannot go on. The fats are piling...