The winds have swayed to a desirable direction these days. Everything seems so agreeable; yet so much dissatisfaction spawns around. Can a fulfilling life be lived with contentment? If there isn't a consistent disturbing issues to engage the mind, won't such a lifestyle be monotonous? At best, absurd.
I am happy that yet again I have found my reasons to be alive. To struggle for some higher goals and make the lives associated with me fulfilling. I don't know if you readers enjoy reading such random thoughts, but i truly feel that someone out there with a similar mindset can catch the wavelenghth at which the station of my mind is tuned.
