No greater direction or purpose makes us wander the concrete pavements than the objective of achieving something minuscule and of no importance to others.
It is the self pat on the back that is sought and felt. It is the smile of your half that is loved. It is the morning coffee and smoke that is enjoyed. It is the movie which is carefully watched on a Sundays' lazy afternoon. It is an adventure or It is the crowd that is being pushed out of the way so someone can see where the streets are.
But there are no streets, just the people in a perpetuated chaos theory.
Enjoy the movement...
