Sensing a sense

After all these years
Something slightly spreads into my ears
That it will continue.
This unstoppable task. The persue.

The reason and simultaneously the path.
To have this constant, latent and maddening idea.
That it must always has to be a sense. The Sense.
I keep searching for it. For it and the sense of it, too!
And so i sense that this is just an infinite journey.
Sometimes i feel getting along with it.
Sometimes i feel getting away from it.
Some other times i just feel getting in the middle of it!
As i go through and further, as i setback
I realise what it seems to be educating me...
Teaching me. Coaching me. Clearing my sight.
That, in fact, everything has its own purpose.
But we do not need to understand it right away.
The beauty in it is exactly its demand and not the destination itself.

And so i reiterate... Life has a strange and funny sense of humor.
Destiny, they say.
Tons of...