Sense and the Senseless?

You mean the world to me. I need you to be with me unto eternity. You are all that matters or makes sense anymore. I could not go on without you. It’s a humungous void without you. I wish you’d never have to leave. You make life seem like a nicer thing. You make living worthwhile. You render meaning to my existence. If not for you, I don’t know if I would have gone on living. If I had not found you, I would have kept looking. It could never be anyone else but you. You are the essence of my life. Without you, I am a desert, vast, expansive, but dry and mostly dead. And even if found to be harboring life, only the defunct and detestable kinds. Oh dear! What would have ever happened to me if not for you? Tosh! Puppy crap! Does any of that make sense? If that doesn't, as it shouldn’t, what ought to? Hmm. Science, I suppose. Market structures I’m thinking. Logic, I know. Sense, above all. And every realm and area that it encompasses and those myriad other known and unknowns that await the magical kiss of introspection, silently slumbering away until someone stumbles upon them.

Simply Put

A devouring cause. A cause that could actually eat into you. a cause that would eat into your very being and evaporate your existence step by step, inch by inch. It would leave no traces soon enough. And then there would be nothing to speak of. Not you. Not anything. Such is the cause that is needed. Perhaps situations or rather people decide such causes. Actually, what goes into a cause makes it worth all that much. The ruling purpose behind that cause is just what the people involved in it have attributed to it. Or, is it? It’s not unlikely that the people outside this cause, the spectators, have disregarded a cause and have hence been responsible for its slow death and its going unnoticed in the annals of history.
The point now really is, that I need to attribute that kind of do or die importance to some cause already existent in my unflattering existence. Or, if lucky, find some such convenient cause I can adopt. Or, here’s something that can probably really put some meat on it. Maybe I can do everything that comes my way like it’s a do or die cause. Its worth dying for. Of course that would be deception of the self of the first order. But who cares. I have myself something engaging to do. And I have my mind off the things that I will do good to not obsess over. Why do things always sound so simple in principle? And so herculean in retrospect? I have heard that personal tragedies bring out the best in all of our celebrated love poets and poetesses of history. I didn’t quite think that rule would permeate down to the likes of me. Okay, now that is one first order confession. Not that it should mean much anyways. Ah well, vanity thy name, miss. Maybe self obsessions are more like it. It’s not really a crime though, if you ask me, unless someone else is encumbered by it! I don’t suppose a lot would disagree on that one. Anyways, to my devouring cause now. And that would be, I am guessing, a book, that is called lion taming. It’s about coping with and managing all the undesired forces at your places of work. Need references from it anyone? Lol.