It is spectacular to see the way by which you are leading your life, I guess perhaps the whole genesis of this temporal existence lies in your excellent finesse to subsist under this system. I often empathise with my accursed soul which relentlessly tries to shed away the very thought of my dearest folks and yet lingers unceasingly around their existence. Sometimes out of sheer desperation I covet your skill to survive and make progress in this virulent world. (I speak with honest and sincere reverence, without an ounce of sarcasm.) Do you realise what perfect balance you have struck with this system? It is like a well planned idea that implements itself and adapts to your volition. Apart from the rare occurrences of formidably emotional or professional crisis, nothing impede the calm flux with which you resonate with life. I could definitely use some empirical succour for my indigent self. What I want is what I’am not aware of, rather I know the intrinsic preconditions, which can lead to that something, which alludes to its existence somewhere in my thoughts. It’s unfortunately tragic that the mould that forms people like me is a bit eccentric that leads to the extreme of either poles. Balance becomes our natural foe and strikes a chord deep within, plunging us into abject misery, where solace can only be found in acquiring an extreme axis to sit and rotate on inexorably. Unlike the balance you have, the mere sturdy approach towards either of these extremes doesn’t suffice, rather it ossifies the gift of affinity towards the subject hitherto, that was bequeathed onto us by some emancipatory intervention. Result being subjugation to the minutiae. It is without doubt far easier to defend the balance you pursue, than this vacillation to choose between the two extremes. One of them leads into oblivion; where, whenever I cease to be I cease to exist in every form and yet in harmony with it, and, another to immortality: where posterity mentions me with deference, for my inviolable and insatiable urge to act altruistically. Getting lost in to oblivion and and to be omnipresent; Ha! Both of them I hereby resolutely implore. Irony as it is remains that till the time, the expected is ubiquitously seen in the remnant of my whole life, I remain susceptible to your conjectures!