Lazy.
Impractical.
Irrational.
Things of passion? Really?
What is it that makes us think? What is it that tickles our minds? What is it that inspires us?
Lack of regard for the healthy ineptitude of society? Lack of concern for the likes of an indelible mind? Or the spur of temporary imagination which provides an answer to a temporary issue amongst the things of passing tide? Can you dare to make the same choices again if you had the chance?
Is it really an answer we are actually looking for? Or is it a solution for life itself? What is it that we seek? World peace seems a joke at this juncture in an individualistic point of view.
Speaking of individualistic approach in life, somehow every learned person seems to have taken it. So appears that what defines a specific deed isn't really what an individual appreciates. Like these big words with complex meanings to what we define to be a life, you eventually ask 'does it matter?' If so, for whom? I had a pretty normal existence before I knew your complexities of life and how you defined them. So how do I care about my motherland without existential evidence ruining my thoughts of prosperity for her?
What will entertain me enough that a recession will not affect? How long will I keep doing things I find temporary solace in? Is it death I should look forward to? How do I find permanent completion?
Where is permanence in what I do?
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