To continue living– in a world sometimes dark by the drop of sun and sometimes bright, sometimes windy, sometimes cold or sultry, and to hover and saunter again and again in the search of happiness, fellow people, friends, acceptance; to think that in The End nothing counts, nothing matters, neither sorrows nor joy, and it is that End we are heading towards and yet can’t dash; to think of the uselessness of days, months and years, of building connections and castles but not ever possess Anything to take away; to consider Possessions and Power are but a social concept, made in the illusion of making a short stay worthwhile, I wonder– Where’s Some Rational Meaning In Life, or even Is There Its Need? What’s Hope? And Where does It Ultimately Lead Us? Are we not All Misguided? Misplaced? Are We Not To Elaborate To Be Accidents? Are We Different From Apples On A Tree? Or Are We a Little Too Dull To Solve Our Own Mystery?