Blankness

As of this moment I can't goto sleep (I am insomniac) and have a sudden urge to just write, but then again I do not find a thrill in writing without a purpose. Everything has a purpose and happens for a reason. Maybe I believe that because I believe in a religion and the concepts of fate and predestination are familiar to most theological beliefs; or maybe sometimes us humans need to realise that there are times when despite our best efforts things will not go our way. Such is the way of nature, which we can not understand.

Having said all that, I mentioned I try to write with a purpose in mind and documenting my life on a public outlet is not a good enough one for me, but being in the state that I was a few moments ago, the idea hit me; blankness. Sometimes we wish to do something, we are all energised and raring to go, firing on all cylinders but we do not know how to channel all that energy effectively; we have no specific end in mind. We can just laze there with our engines revving, but is that pointless? I don't think so. Right now when I had this urge to write I had nothing in mind but then I realised that sometimes it is better to sit back and just savour the moment of emptiness. I assure you such moments are harder to come by so take them and cherish them for you may look back at your life one day and say, "God! How I wish I had taken some time to smell the roses."

Happy travelling.