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//Purposeless I don't snatch gratification From the avaricious stuffs, But from within; When I find a purpose. (Caption) //Purposeless Just the same humdrum routine everyday. From brushing the teeth in the morning till brushing it again after dinner, our life just moves on. So, I wonder, if it is just me who's living such a life - directed by someone else! Or everyone faces this?! When I want to do something, a force from inside stops me. Everytime, it does the same thing. As soon as I open my eyes, and glare the lines of my hands, I'm coerced to make out the PURPOSE of my life. The clichéd sentence - Everyone has a purpose, distresses me. I put my heart and soul to find that out, just like everyone does, but it is fruitless. So again the same mechanical life starts. I fail to find certain things out as I have a fear that I might miss this so called contented life. I don't snatch gratification from the avaricious stuffs, but from within; when I find a purpose. From little incidents that makes me believe that I'm here for a reason, from the responsibilities that makes me forget the worries. But all this lucidity will vanish suddenly, I'll feel numb. Just like everyone, I'll complain, for no reason. And, again I think deeper than ever, and get some clarity. It becomes a cycle. Finding the purpose becomes a cycle. Maybe I just want to live, I want to be the writer of my own story. Or I just want to be the editor. Maybe, it's all up to me. Just like you've to live your life.
//Purposeless I don't snatch gratification From the avaricious stuffs, But from within; When I find a purpose. (Caption) //Purposeless Just the same humdrum routine everyday. From brushing the teeth in the morning till brushing it again after dinner, our life just moves on. So, I wonder, if it is just me who's living such a life - directed by someone else! Or everyone faces this?! When I want to do something, a force from inside stops me. Everytime, it does the same thing. As soon as I open my eyes, and glare the lines of my hands, I'm coerced to make out the PURPOSE of my life. The clichéd sentence - Everyone has a purpose, distresses me. I put my heart and soul to find that out, just like everyone does, but it is fruitless. So again the same mechanical life starts. I fail to find certain things out as I have a fear that I might miss this so called contented life. I don't snatch gratification from the avaricious stuffs, but from within; when I find a purpose. From little incidents that makes me believe that I'm here for a reason, from the responsibilities that makes me forget the worries. But all this lucidity will vanish suddenly, I'll feel numb. Just like everyone, I'll complain, for no reason. And, again I think deeper than ever, and get some clarity. It becomes a cycle. Finding the purpose becomes a cycle. Maybe I just want to live, I want to be the writer of my own story. Or I just want to be the editor. Maybe, it's all up to me. Just like you've to live your life.
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