The scientist purported that there ain’t no purpose
And the theologian told me that it’s all been designed
And I’m trying to maintain objectivity
The world won’t illuminate what really matters
And I’m an imperfect moral meaning extractor
Processing the complexity
Born of the earth (are we blind? )
We weren’t given a choice (there’s no way)
What about free will? (what we have)
Do we have a voice? (is shattered faith)
See them run in place (here and now)
In the human rat race (no reward)
So much dead weight (no debate) to our disgrace (accept your fate)
Life begins when you accept your fate
Paralysis from forces raging out of control until
My confidence and will are at an all-time low
Just directionless wandering
Eternal life, eternal truth, eternal secrets
Isolated hopes and hypotheses just
Leave me feeling so hungry
Born of the earth (are we blind? )
We weren’t given a choice (there’s no way)
What about free will? (what we have)
Do we have a voice? (is shattered faith)
See them run in place (here and now)
In the human rat race (no reward)
So much dead weight (no debate) to our disgrace (accept your fate)
Life begins when you accept your fate
Right or wrong,
The main criterion is what you do and not what you say
The roads you take, the friends you make and those you throw away
The method is a simple synthesis of the past and present state
You never lose if the path you choose is one you can easily navigate
I had a dream, light and carefree
But now there’s doubt and gravity
But I won’t run in place (are we blind? ) in the human rat race (there’s no way)
I can set the pace (what we have) and accept my fate (is shattered faith)
Shattered faith (here and now)
Shattered faith (no reward)
The part of me (no debate) I can’t erase (accept your fate)

I’ve been blogging a lot lately, and to me that means I am not nearly so happy.

Not that I am depressed, or dejected, mind you, but I haven’t been feeling nearly as chipper as I have been for the last couple of months. I am finding it difficult to proceed on with my life because I am lacking the zest, the verve, for it that I once had.

I do not mean to say that Life has become meaningless to me. Quite the contrary. In fact, I have never been so certain of what Life means to me. It is simply that I feel so inundated with useless obstacles and trivial pursuits that I harbor a sincere disdain for my everyday routine.

Perhaps this is a passing phase. Disillusionment.

Perhaps it is time to embrace the Bohemian way of life (supposing I find a group of people who find the idea of being nomadic attractive).

I want the unconventional.

I want to live my life as if I will die tomorrow.

I want to live my life teetering over the great, yawning abyss. Ultimately, I often wonder what else is there to life besides feeling.

Then again, maybe I’ve been reading too many books and graphic novels with an anarchistic slant.

According to the book of Ecclesiastes, all is vanity. “There is nothing new under the sun.”

While I know that can be construed as a tad depressing, I find it strangely uplifting. So what if I won’t be able to invent or create something entirely new? The world is so huge and vast I cannot possibly experience it all in one lifetime.

But shouldn’t I damn well try?

Instead, the hours are rolling by and I am stuck doing the same drudgery, day in, day out.

Moot.

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