The daily going to a place to put food on he table.
Smiling at strangers and asking how they are doing and telling them you are good yourself.
The driving to and from work.
Everything seems so empty.
What makes anything worth the life we live.
It crossed my mind that I don't read anymore, I don't listen to music anymore I have started being the person I used to question their purpose about.
Routine. Monotonous. Machines.
But then again, when I read or listen what does it serve but for me to think that I'm doing something useful.
It is only a point of self serving.
Just to satiate my own mind and being that I am being useful.
Useful to what
Useful to who
No point in it all.
