Let's do this in a straightforward day today. I tell you how I write and why it never really makes sense to most, if not all of you.

Simply because,

it doesn't.

Pardon me if that challenged your insecurities about being an intellectually-superior human being. Intellect is yet another facade we wear as masks so that people forget we are human inside, which invariable, we all are. In some twisted and misconstrued notion, we all desire to be emotionless so that we may focus on progress and be spared the torture of the 'human touch'.

There.

What I say doesn't make sense.

Or it does, to some extent, but almost always to no purpose.

Let's just say I start with a spontaneously generated line and then my train of thought just goes full steam from there. The track is cluttered with junctions and crossroads and hence, my post is more often than not convoluted and in disarray.

And you thought I was being enigmatic? Not intentionally, but only with the help of being messy.

We are a mess sometimes aren't we? My brain chucked with philosophies, memories, dreams, loathes, fears, loves, trials and tribulations. All that into a tiny organ, responsible for operating almost every part of our body. I say almost every part because it always feels that the 'human touch' lives a life on its own, autonomous from the brain and so disparate in nature, it looms beyond our control.

There.

A means to no end.

Still you doubt that whenever I start penning my thoughts on this tabula rasa, I slip into an intellectual discourse of non-direction and to no purpose.

No purpose.

Not really. Because you read it, hoping to find out more. And maybe you don't, but you do find out more about yourself and the world around it.

Because we all think when we read, and I think when I write,

and you think that I don't think because I just write purple prose to distract you.

At least I'm distracting you, away from the troubles of the world.

Have you forgotten your assignment which is overdue? Your hunger pangs that never fail to strike? Your discrete need to punch someone in the face because life seems to hung up to wring dry?

Or that life is just this simple; straightforward and to the point. If it wants you dead, you will be, just give it time. Surprises are merely parts of the plan that we don't know about. Considering how we don't know much about the universe, most things come across as surprises.

That makes destiny fun, doesn't it?

There.

Drifting off course, to a purpose; to entertain and to relieve stress.

Distraction is a beauty when you look it straight in the mirror.