I feel like a fool when…

I walk in the class and the students’ body language reveals that I don’t exist….

 I explain to the students the nature of feelings and I receive a blank stare….

I think deeply about purpose of life and people appear to live effortlessly without any doubt….

I try to ask existential questions and people seem content to deal with daily affairs….

I seem bothered about the nature of chaos and people choose believe this perfect scenario….

I try to be strong and realize that deep inside I am broken and vulnerable….

I act as if I am in control of everything when I know things can change at any instant….

I plan things in advance knowing that all is futile in the end….

I decide to prove my point knowing that it doesn’t matter really….

I realize that my response to the present and future seems to have little relation to my past preparations….

People act so brazenly aggressive against the background of sensitive upbringing and values….

None of the values I believe seem to resonate with contemporary hastiness of performance….

I choose less over the climate of indulgence and abundance….

I choose to control all temptations against the climate of distractions….

I choose to meticulously plan my time against the climate of casualness….

I feel that my voice is minuscule in the ocean of ‘noise’….

I have to ask for genuine help to extremely busy people….

What I believe to be true has no absolute meaning….

 I plan a lot of things at the cost of being tired to absorb small pleasures….