Often I caught myself asking: for what?
It seems like I have caught on the habit of asking myself – what am I doing this for? As though there should be a purpose for everything that I do.
Not everything has a purpose.
I took the photo because I feel like it, I didn’t even rotate the picture so you can see things the way I saw.
Perhaps, it is a reminder that, there is no purpose in many things in life. We are merely giving ourselves griefs by wanting to have a perfectly driven life.
That’s perfect bullshit really.
I have no purpose for doing things that I feel like, and I am okay with it.
The skies weeps and I laughed.
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