Us humans were born different, with different backgrounds and features. Some lived a happy life without a single drop of sweat. Some even trying hard to cheat death.
How often luck cheated on us, when we thought everything would be fine. Then our plan went inside out. There are situations where we need god to help us, although it is not impossible for us to do it ourselves. We still cry in our prayers asking for penitence in return for our problems to be solved. Problem is a concept that had been created by us. For how do we not know our own creations. Just when we thought the waters are safe, there is still snakes and crocodiles waiting to catch it's prey. What courage does we have that make us step into the water. or is it Curiosity?
There are certain things that I found happen without a reason... I was wrong... there are reasons behind everything that ever happen. But why this, why it is hollow and harsh.
It poison me alive. How can I see the invisible, How can I kill an immortal?