The other day I happened to browse through a book written by Richard Bach. One of the verses said,
“If the child we were asked us today for the best we’ve learned from living, what would we tell, and what would we discover in return?”
I was particularly touched by this verse as it sent me back into the past for a while when I used to wonder about this process of life, process of crawling from womb to the grave without even being aware of it. Marvel at our lonely world of confusion and chaos, with us snuggly inside the amber of menial existence just like an archaic fossil, rotating round and round with the wheel of time. When will the end begin? Or are we just chasing a distant dream and playing Dice with Destiny?