Sometimes, you just see things falling so perfectly in every life around you. All but your own. Or so it seems. And so you believe. Nothing is right in your own life. Not a single thing. And you’re just too tired to do something about it. Not really helpless. But clueless. You know what you can do. You know what you ought to do. You know what might set things right. Or at least get them going. And still you just sit there and wait. Wait for a miracle to happen. Wait for a purpose that would drive you towards achieving that miracle, on your own, if need be. And when the wait becomes too long to bear, it transforms into words which come together to form a crappy paragraph, just like this one, and ruin someone’s precious one and a half minutes. Just like that.