how are you?

In the search for what's meaningful, I fail at grasping any legitimate meaning of what is to be; my life. minutes turn to hours, then to days and those to months until I'm living the life of what my great-great-grandfather only deemed to be a dream. the search for meaning never stops we only change how we react to the basic questions of our existence and the meaning of it. I find it to be quite the challenge to adhere to what is the mundane life, the same routine always playing loops of eternal warfare within, as my mind gets used to channelling the magnitude of my life into mere 3-day meals and nap time. how can I prove to be meaningful at something more infinite as life There is that constant urge to prove oneself yet at what cost? what is the true price for knowledge, and what is its meaning in the grand scheme of life, or am I meant to only lead the average life; work the nine to five, accumulate some stable income and embark on the adult life that envelops around modern slavery at an expense far less than my worth, yet who am I to defy such reality, only a newcomer to this world of adulthood, ignorant an mostly fearsome to anything that has any intrinsic value and responsibility which only come to be: everything.

At its worth one needs to challenge this mindset as it proves to be crippling to our sense of creativity, as I like to believe that amidst the normal one creates what is unique in his individual based values. so the answer might never be as explicit as I see it to be, which translates into a glimpse of hope into the dragon scroll you look, only to see the reflection of yourself, only you are the answer, and life only adapts to this reality, only amidst the chaos that one sees the importance of order and control, so is to power.

We have the power to shape our own reality so we heed this warning and aim high, be it leading a normal average life or striving for the impossible we make our own journey on the canvas of life.

the time passed and wasted only proves to be quite the price to pay for this game of life; most waste it away me included yet many more among us still have the luxury of ignorance so we waste it away without a drop of guilt or so we think, until it runs out and we face our inevitable doom, even then we are still unaware of the magnitude of what has been lost and maybe we will never know, so all a man can do is hope, right?

As causality sees it to be every little move we make is predestined and predicted in the big book of fate, leaving us with a simple reality which as I stated before makes it to be our own. this only proves futile in the struggle for freedom, so I might have opened more holes than my green field can take, so Among the questionable realities that arise I must find the true meaning of what is and what was, even what will be. Or so I'm fooled to think, is it not?