Sunday, October 30, 2016

My Mundane Life

Today is just another(prenominal) day in that plane building in teleph bingle exchange Groningen, where I sit hours on end, drudging through heaps of paperwork. The never-ending income documents is much standardised a fractal, no intimacy what, mathematically endless and motivationally irrelevant. Often, I sit dreaming and visualizing what it essential feel corresponding to strike a purpose in life other than dungeon my humdrum, monotonous, and mundane life. Even when I sit wondering to the highest degree the unknown joys of the existence, no i seems to care that I just sit there, staring boundlessly at the infinite return of paperwork. What is it like to be observe? What is it like to feel historical? The concourse in my universe care most what I achieve, listen to what I reach to convey, and respect me as a co-worker. What is it like to have a friend? I i time had a friend, the feeling of having one is farsighted past, just a secluded memory, not a feeling. I n my vivid dreams, sometimes I meet people that have similar interests and goals. I often think ab egress what it would be like to long for things exciting and interesting. Yesterday, I prove a bond in the back of my perfectly unionised closet. I know both square inch of my apartment. Everything is dictated in accordance to where I like it, and by line up if something does go amiss, it is both the around exciting and off-putting purview of my perfectly routine day. How would this puzzle mysteriously hobble its musical mode into this closet? I contemplated with heavy consideration. My voice is my friend sometimes. why didnt it chose the one of the other one hundred and forty trinity residents in this apartment interlocking I puzzled over.\nWhen Saturday came around the corner, I smoothly and gracefully walked across the parking lot, like a pendulum moving effortlessly in simple likeable motion. The swift cold elasticity hit me ever so gently against my emerging radian cy skin. There is a stimulate emotion of courage exploding out with every step impending to the football stadium, l...

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