It is hard to fathom how it all began. Right from the birth of a child to the mortal sojourn, it is all a mystery. The question that comes to our mind is - Why? What is the reason? Why take the trouble if nobody can tell us what is our life's ultimate goal? What are we supposed to follow? By the way, who commands us in the first place and why should we listen?
There are strange mysteries that surround us and we are just a mote incapable of understanding it all. We are fumed by petty things. We are surrounded by trivial matters. We fight pointlessly and die for no reason at all. Albeit our footprints remain on this earth nobody gives a damn about it as we are a just a speck meant to be washed away. We are so tiny, so feeble, so lean compared to the unseen - The creator who made the whole universe. We are mortals. We aren't valuable we are just another can on the road, about to be kicked, about to be trashed into the dump. Our moments are fickle. Our lives are trifle.
We have no idea how it all began. We are unsure of the paths we are going to follow. There is nobody who'd guide us and nobody to tell us what to do. No shepherd to lead our way. The mentors who claim to be, are all mundane - our contemporaries, their talk unimportant, their feats to be praised only in this world while the master of all the universe cozy-sleeps in his bed hardly disturbed by all the commotion down on the earth.
Still no one has any idea about where from they came and where to are they going........