Sat. Jun 15th, 2024

Sometimes I feel like I have gone astray. Even though this path is the often trodden one. Why do I then feel like I have made a detour? And come at this place where I don’t belong. Why did I behave so unkind? To them and to me. In such times no matter how hard you try, it is difficult to fit in.

This sort of a meangingless existence is only justified with greater reward. But in absence of even that, the banality of it all becomes even more pronounced. Though one may even further argue and say how much reward is enough? Is there an end to it?