Sometimes, most of the times actually, I find grasping the meaning of everything a seemingly impossible task. Food we eat every day, exercise regime we enthusiastically engage ourselves in just to have a hotter bod, meditation to have a calmer mind and the list goes on. This goes on again and again, matching the rhythm of time. The various rituals we carry out until the day we can no longer don't seem to make life any more meaningful.
Am I the only one who feel this way?
I'm afraid of dying this way.
