Men

...are creatures of purpose, and sometimes reason.

Without reason, men are simply, not men.

Without purpose, men are dead.

I am without purpose. Never had one since leaving my university. Can't find one. What is my purpose? I don't know for like I said, I have none. This is so very depressing. This is so very educational in a morbid sort of way. I know of this because I looked for it myself...on the island of Sentosa.

Went there this morning t see what the fuss is about the place. It's small. It's boring. It's depressing. That's my take when you go there alone. Sure, I could ask my friends to go along, but who? They have families to attend to. They have girlfriends to accompany. They have boyfriends to pester. They just do not want to spend time with a loser single male like me. That is why I left the island even before the hour is up. I couldn't wait to get home. Home is my refuge. Home is where I lie before the next storm.

Home is where lonely people like me belong. Outside...outside is for couples, families and friends. I have none of them here. Too far away. In another country. In another life.

I need a purpose to stay alive.