Purpose
"The two important in your days are the day you are born and the day you find out why," -Mark Twain
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The world becomes vaguer when our eyes are wide awake. Now I realized those people who think they already know how life works are the ones who are more arrogant than others.
I'm sitting on a balcony on the third floor where all of the food supplies were processed. I observe how the winds blow from the huge fans, the humans work nonstop, the planted fruit trees dancing with the wind, and life's biggest game of survival.
It's already three pm in the afternoon. I have been sitting here for almost an hour while holding a ballpen and a blank piece of paper. Until now I'm thinking about what I will write here. Hmm. A reflection about my life? dream? Goal? Purpose? To be honest I really don't have any idea. And seriously, do I need to waste my time on trivial things like this? I sigh. But I already said that I'll do this.