Its morning... again.

Its morning, again, I gather the pieces I have become, trying to fit in a jigsaw puzzle which I am. I realise there is not much to it, there is not much not doing it as well.

A song, a line written by someone, I come across, makes me question myself, was I supposed to break down so easily, was I made for this, what was I made for, I remind my forgetful self I was made for something else, something in the mind, something to explore as a human being with a gift (maybe curse) of reasoning, something to do, I cannot just disintegrate, I try to realise I am supposed to explore the powers of our mind. At the same time, I have to live up to the standards of success, of sincerity, in which ever way most (nearly all) of the people perceive it. I have to do it, because I have been taught to, I have learnt it that way, its easy to learn, but difficult to unlearn.

As this debate goes on, life loses, I do nothing, for lack of motivation, to elevate my credentials in the scale of success as held by most people, neither do I explore anything, for lack of direction.

And life still goes on.