Life's busy. Work's busy, class keeps me busy, the other job keeps me busy. Busy, busy, busy... You ever wonder, in all this busy, what's the point? I am today. I mean sure we all make our own meaning. How we feel and see the world, is mostly choice*, and for some the right drug combination. So, my own question can be answered - the point is what I make it. Today though, I seem to be lost between all this busy and the things I make a point to have in my life are there, but I still feel pointless. Hmm. Can anyone tell me what's my point?
posted by GoGo @ 11:44 AM
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or the stability never happens and two years later you are unemployed and a full-time mom and really fine with it because you have totally killed your need to be productive maybe ever again.
it's a thought...
then you say the point is
there ain't no point at all
and there is no destination
'cuz were're all just on our way.
-Melissa Ferrick
I think I am going to leave the point for the end of my pencil.
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