Thursday, November 21, 2013

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Salad Dressing

It isn't so much the having or not having a purpose that gets me. It's the searching for one. Waiting for it. I reckon a sense of purpose may be the most overrated sense we have. Smell is important, it helps you taste! Sight? You get to see things. Touch? Sex! Hugs! But purpose? I guess I can't be all that down on the idea. It's not that I don't have the sense, but try as I might the only purpose I can make out is the actual purpose of choosing a purpose. And that seems dubious from the get go. I'd rather be stuck with an overwrought sense of gratitude. Now there's a sense that'll get you out of bed in the morning.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I understand. Good expression of inner thoughts as always...