Age of Irrelevance.

Wonder... if the world could just cease for the moment. To stop for awhile; so that I am allowed to search. That moment when I do not need to commit to anything for the sake of having to perform my tasks and to fulfill my responsibilities. For the moment to cease for that while, so that I do not need to remind myself that I have certain errands or schedule to meet. For that moment to be exculsive; one that I do not have to hasten myself for the sake of time or to fulfil the impulse to decide. If granted this quintessential moment; it could very well be defining in my search for the meaning in Life.

How can I allow time to pass by me... in its numbers of years only to proclaim that I do not at all know what I have all along been doing? How can I be so sure about something... to ascribe into the ideology and pursue its ends only to later come to the conclusion of feeling lost?

I do need to have the meanings for without them there is nothing left for me to interpret my existence(s). If I am to simply accept the meanings that have been constructed on me, how true my led life is? Then... to (de)construct the meanings for the belief that I could only fully own my life as an existentialist is often more unsettling then to simply accept 'I'.

If only time could stop... for that moment to cease; the space to ponder a seemingly simple understanding of one's meaning in Life.