I saw the highway that seemed endless on both sides. I started off towards the horizon and walked on, till I could feel the heavy breeze on my face. As I sat in the shade, hundreds of trucks went past me. While on the highway I never realized all the other fellow travelers were as lost as I was. Just when I took a break, I could actually see all the others with me on this journey and I could connect. With an outsider’s POV right there, I imagined myself as that traveler. You know the greatest victory of all; It’s when a traveler gets to their destination. They say everything happens for a reason, and this is the belief that kills me sometimes… I mean I know I have to keep moving on like others but I would always be dissatisfied. I would always ask, “What’s the reason?” I don’t know if that’s the right question or not and I can’t be indifferent like others, I can’t accept what they call the eternal truth, because the question will still stand; What’s the reason of it all? It’s this sense of life that makes us human and its these questions that keep us going till the end, whenever that comes…
