One mysterious road
People have been through ups and downs, and where they stand now is as the result of the struggle of each individual had done in the past to at least survive according to the system set by the society. And most often, it left pressures.
The society dictate on what a person should be, and categorized blatantly and dichotomously as good or bad. And to be fit in the good category, people start to kill each other and be someone who they not really are. And what is the point somehow to make the life for the society? But we neglect ourselves.
Every journey has the end, people race to reach the end that they want, as a winner maybe. Or even some enjoy the process. For those who seek for experiences. But there is one end which troubles most of the people, death.
Death should have been something which is frightening, a warning, an ultimatum, the end of all ends, something to be prevented, something taboo. But whenever i talk about death, none of them came into my mind. But it's like a hope for me.
