Doing Things For No Reason
Last Saturday night I went on a 39km long walk (with few of my friends). Then on the following night I met a friend of a friend who asked me why I did that. I couldn’t think of an answer at the moment and said something (I hope) witty.
But later, that got me thinking, why did I do the walk ? The best answer I could come up with is, because I like walking. But that didn’t feel like a valid reason.
And then it occurred to me, most of the stuff I do don’t have a “valid” reason. I just do stuff for the sake of doing them.
Not as means to an end.
And the fact that I don’t know what I want for the most of the time, pairs nicely with this and may be the enabler for this.