Musing Morning

Woke up in the morning feeling restless.
Watched Brothers Grimm.
Full of potential. But was a let down.
I should read more fairy tales. What was I doing as a kid?
I know no nursery rhymes nor children's stories!

Still restless.

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A HK friend says she misses us.
Her students created a surprise webpage for her.
Are HK people so intouch with their feelings?
Don't know much about HK except for their telly influence.

So much to do.
So much to think about.

Endless.
Meaningless.

Wow! so many webpages were created!

Focused and yet drifting....
Can't make up my mind.
In control.

Volatile.

Unfocused.

Who cares?

It's not who are you inside.
It's not what you have done.
Its not what you plan to do.
But it's what you do that matters.

Rubbish.
One can only do so much.
Because when you die, it can be undone.
A legacy and idea or symbol can last.
Till another paradigm takes over.

Nothing lasts forever.

The search for meaning.
What is life about again?

Euphoria?
Eudaimonia?

looks like I've to find another one.

Bored.