And maybe, just maybe. All those endure years of trek amidst roads are but a preparation on what may appear to be, battle.

Early youth days were quite filed with chaotic state of chasing stars, on distance we may find our space in and twinkling the luxe of light in the spectrum. Swear to leave a mark. Oath to cuddle the triumph of winners cry.

Everyone seems utmost excited to progress. Many are aggressive to show off and often on preparing on what appear to be breakthrough is the complain of tiny buzz of errands.

We might be that self-centered,happy go lucky brat that wishes all the best in this life. We often are those folks just waiting for monetary support to be send by our each and every fairy godmothers. We often perceived things in the superlative positive.




I think life is a riddle that we wish to supplement with an answer, and we tried. We enjoy the process of guessing. We're devastated on unanswered phrases, and most of the time, scape the task. Why be distress on matters other can possibly answer?


Though, after achieving one riddle is another set of words we're excited to dwell on. Ponder. Sieze. Sought.

These time, there's no turning back. Take it or take it. You must live unto it. No matter the odds. No matter the arduous. You bear your swear.

At the end,you may solve your riddle.

Then, and maybe then, you'll find your purpose-

Another riddle awaits.