Sometimes i think that we occupy ourselves with things out of pure boredom or general intrest however, these things become apart of our routine and we forget about other things. the other things might be important…
for me, my distraction is computing, where we’ve made up a set of rules and invented something – it takes my time up, then like now, i think that life, living has more to do with things like, helping others in distress if we can help – nurturing things – exercising the senses – this seems like a purpose.
This is my personal internal feeling fighting inside, screaming into my ear – dying to be set free. And how i ignore it…