What. Is. Your. Point?
Dear Eugene, When you walk around aimlessly, just to get rest, to have no particular purpose in mind, you are free to ask question that you are afraid to ask and have been avoiding such aimless walk just to evade asking. Well, there it is, your life, things you've left behind with every step forward, things you walk towards, make them present only to right away see them past . You've picked up a lot and left behind just as much; you have so much to look forward to but nothing much to die for let alone live for. We are a walking statement of our life, speaking to the world what we believe to be true or else why would we keep walking this way? We say to ourselves, Well, this is it. You have an uncertain handful of years to make a point. So what is your point? What da heck are you trying to say here? Now stop evading and just spit it out, be honest for once and say it loud and proud: What. Is. Your. Point? That I've grabbed life by the horns...