I close the door of my house and step on the footpath; plug in my earphones and play the 'walking playlist'. It has been quit a routine.

I close the door of my house and step on the footpath; plug in my earphones and play the 'walking playlist'. It has been quit a routine.

I keep walking and after a while I am no more concentrating on the song — what I see is people rushing here and there. I look up at the sky and see a falling star but to my surprise no one around has noticed it except me. Why are they so busy — totally unaware of their surrounding; rushing here and there for coins and for what do they do it?

For food? Nah...even animals have it without earning any penny. Why have it created so much illusions around us that disconnects us from the universe...from our roots. Don't these people have questions that I have? Why don't they pay attention to happenings? Where are they heading towards? What are their goals? What is the purpose of it?

I will turn twenty in few days on this planet and yet I don't know what I am doing here. What is the perception of universe behind my life. Sometimes these questions bother me too much; it keeps shaking me and I wonder it is only me who is too much concerned of this. Why don't anyone else want to challenge universe — challenge existing or they have all the answers or they just don't have questions.

I don't know...I literally don't know anything. Is it bad or good? Do I even care about it? That too I don't know but I simply can not lead the life the way these all dead people around me in the 'Society' are leading. I don't have answers but the thing I know that — the answer we have accepted is totally wrong and fake and illusionary. Not having answer doesn't mean to accept the wrong one. I am happy with my questions, my worries, my confusions, my fears and wonderings. They keep me alive; they separate me and save me from dying until I stop breathing.