THE PURPOSE

You get out of bed,its a fine Sunday morning..before you know it,an early morning viral state of consciousness takes you into retrospect and bounces thoughts back and forth like a traveller in a worm-hole. You love it with the content state in life as nothing seems out of place but the fact is this: the relationships in your life rust the armour of eccentricity that nature bestows upon all of us.

Not that,its a quality we kings of our lives are too proud of,we want love of relationships to come to us,so we provide the psyche with the murky water of likeability and let the other close ones brood .And through all of this,our respect for the sanctity of that relationship(all kinds and not only pup love) takes place of the eccentricity of thyself.

The psyche travels further...of all the workaholic nights and relationships of hope,you travel back into the vacuum of rusted eccentricity which is eventually only as strong as your hormones...and you are lost in the hope of finding the Purpose..The thinking man statue,the self-help books,the religion within..its all chaos until you stoke the passions that childhood hours bestowed upon you..carnal pleasures become pointless and miniscule to your self now..and you begin the nine-month journey in the womb of nature,nurturing the self,finding beauty in actions and words...sliding through the wormhole now till the fine moment where eccentricity and wisdom have a titan clash and you start over again.This till you find the PURPOSE of your existence and a companion to understand and value it.So you go back to nature,Preserve.And till you do not find that equilibrium...well...Eat .Pray .Love,earthlings!