Mine would be being the guardian of truth, til the day I die.
I never cared about power and money, although I rack in enough $$ alright. Forget about faith, love and hope, despite the fact I have enough friends that I eat out almost every night with friends, close friends that is.
And yet, I feel the emptiness growing in me. Am I getting old and dumber? Have I become one of them, do I care about everything everyone else care about even though nobody seems to know why we even care about them? Am I one of those pathetic beings who are too rational to fall deeply in love with anyone or anything?
Maybe if I ever had passion for one thing, it would be truth. Shall it be the ONLY thing I was, am and will ever be obsesed with
I never cared about power and money, although I rack in enough $$ alright. Forget about faith, love and hope, despite the fact I have enough friends that I eat out almost every night with friends, close friends that is.
And yet, I feel the emptiness growing in me. Am I getting old and dumber? Have I become one of them, do I care about everything everyone else care about even though nobody seems to know why we even care about them? Am I one of those pathetic beings who are too rational to fall deeply in love with anyone or anything?
Maybe if I ever had passion for one thing, it would be truth. Shall it be the ONLY thing I was, am and will ever be obsesed with
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