As I sit in Hyde Park, eating lunch, watching an ant crawl on a paper bag I begin to contemplate life.
What qualifies as a valid life experience? Today, for one day only, I'm back at my old job. Holding down the fort while everyone is away - answering phone calls & starring at computer screens. Is this what life is all about?
Can't be. Doesn't feel write. It's certainly not looking for work & catching up on all of America's latest sitcoms on Hulu. That certainly doesn't feel fulfilling either.
So in a sea of "my life is so perfect" Facebook status updates - where is the value? The substance? The meaning?
I feel like I must have a purpose in this life - but, I have no idea what it is or how to find it.
Whatever this bit of my life is... I'm quite sure this is the sad bit... In which I don't know where I am going & I miss those already gone.
I'm sure I'll figure this out eventually & find some happiness & life satisfaction - but, for now, the search continues.