Pump

There are many ways to feel bad about oneself.

Inexplicable jovial mood today, despite things don’t working out they way they should. They always don’t, do they? I believe life is like a pump. Don’t roll your eyes, hear me out. This is the engineer in me talking.

I always feel peaceful looking at pumps. The way the shaft moving with its own rhythm. Life is like that, it has its own rhythm. And as long as I find that rhythm, I can reach full enlightenment.

I’m sure in actual fact, life and philosophy are much deeper than mere pumps and what not. But it is interesting to note that there is always rhythm to everything. Just like there is time and place for everything.

Now, if only I can hear what beat is the rhythm playing to.

“And as he wiped his tears rolling down his cheek, he is sure he will never give up on the simple things that drive him so much..”