Nor do I think, mine is. But there are days when I can’t find the sense in it. Another day of work, another day l would not need to repeat. Nothing learned, nor made a new experience. Another lost day.
But a bunch of lost days don’t make a lost life. At least thats what I think, even though I am waiting for the sense of it all after very weary and exhausting years. Now that my head is above water, shouldn’t something extraordinary happen?
When I’m in that mood, I ask GOD, what I should do today, what approach I should take for this day? When I do what is told, life itself gives the sense of this day.
Die Symmetrie der Dinge 