Bliss is sitting on the cold stone bench in park, watching as the world passes you by, imagining lives around you, kids playing, mothers happy with the break, elders lumbering along listlessly as they finally feel aimless, men and women gossiping, relaxing for a moment in a world not their own... I feel disconnected, as if I am an entity not related to this world, watching people in their various moods. Yet, I feel contented. Everyone tries to live to the best of their ability, keeping themselves healthy, happy, purposeful. They like to believe their work is worth something, their lives and their struggles mean something. Is it really?
Fleeting thoughts in snippets.