Sometimes you do but not for doing.

                            Got this photo from here

Sometimes we find the easy way out. We do things. We do them, not because we got to do them, but because we got to get out of our stresses. We do them hard. We sweat out. It seems we get cured. Cure from something that we want to escape from. We get tired. We sleep hard. So hard that we even stop dreaming. Our so called inner perfectionist sleeps, our "cool" self sleeps too, our "I-Mind-My-Stuff-You-Mind-Yours" stuff sleeps. But alas when we wake up we find everything sleeping. And we are on our own "self" facing the same notion we escaped from. It starts to haunt us. We feel it's the sleep we are in. We think are in reality "perhaps". Sleep-reality-sleep-reality. We are no where. Neither in sleep nor in reality. We find ourselves "escaped". We never know what that escape meant to us. And at the end we escape from a lot many things in life to escape from life itself.