There is something in that nothing

There it goes, there goes my day, and productivity be most effectively damned! What is productivity anyway but a sad attempt at quantifying well-spent time according to somebody else's standards of behavior? Perhaps that is why it is impossible to be satisfied for so many people. Holding yourself to other's standards=bad. we understand and proceed accordingly.

mishmash! I speak quite well and say very little.

Life is boring me. I go to school, come home, do homework and repeat. odd jobs here and there to keep times good, and a scholarship check waiting to be sent to my eager bankers.

Sometimes I wonder about the synchronicity that people can share with each other. What does it mean, this link between people that guides emotions and actions on identical paths between a lucky few? How is it that a person miles away can look at the sky, and their friend from out of town could do the same thing? Why does the connection even exist? Is it there with a purpose? Does it require one to exist? Or is it a happy coincidence of the realistic and surreal?

What does it all mean, anyway?