untitled and lazy

with all modesty aside
you reach a point in your life
when it's not about proving anything to anyone anymore

not to parents
to relatives
to friends
to relations
to superiors
not even to God.

one simply does stuff.
and that others feel good in the process [or worse, only in the end] is hardly the best way of putting it but i'd rather stick with looking at it that way.

you don't stop of course. just because you're not out to prove anything anymore.
in fact, one proceeds further and with deeper conviction, 'cause reasons get harder to find or grasp or see.

one slacks off every now and then.
why of course. like i mentioned months before.
when the opportunity to slack off becomes more and more appealing.
one confuses the other slash others.

and the world disturbs many anew.

lisnin to The Killers' Mr. Brightside!
sortof readin on political violence
feelin kinda bewildered. in the best sense of the word