Discovery of the self is an exceedingly annoying prospect. It ranges from shining out in the crowd to seclusion in a monastery over the background of a mountain range, quite a distance away from mankind.

How some people manage to do it without the above two extremes, while surviving these horribly complicated things, called lives, is mind blowingly confusing.
Oh and they also find the ‘purpose’.

I’m all for live your own thing, but god dang it, it’s rather irritating when you have to do the same for your own self. Honestly. Why can’t we just watch some Television, read a book, drink some coffee, and then be struck by the epitome called life ?

Discovering the ‘path to life’ is a heap of work that i’d really like not to do, when clearly there’s some rather interesting television drama i can watch.

Tough stuff.