Lost..

I share a love-hate relationship with my work. An imprisoned bird yearns for freedom to feel the wind rustle its feathers. Honestly, I adore what I do. I find the experience to be enriching and exceedingly stimulating. Sadly, there are days when I abhor the whole activity.

Is it imperative to attach purpose to our line of work?

Isn’t sustenance purpose enough?

How do you liberate your senses to think beyond the superficial scope of your work?

I have never really grasped the idea of self-growth and how it’s associated with our careers. People advice me about my naiveness and warn me against the impending consequences.My fault lies in my negativity to their concerns.

It has been a horrid day at work.Such days have considerably increased recently.

I have just scribbled this..

"Deep within the conscience of my soul lies awake an immortal parody, disconsolate of my surroundings but amorous to my desires. It breathes my will and exhales my life. It shatters my solitude and seeks perfection from my morbid existence. Granting solace, comfort and respite from external prejudice. Victoriously rising to my swansong of forgotten bliss."

I need help… I hope I can make it through the week and not fall victim to the dark void.

Keep me in your prayers.