Life was improbable to be consummated with delectation and prosperity. There are moments when you go up as if riding in a big-dipper, you close your eyes with fear consuming, but you still hold your hands high in the air enjoying it. That’s how it goes in our existence. There are pain and pleasure.

As I tried to reach up in the sky, taking my momentum, I felt like the creation had stopped revolving around me, and I was living in an eternal paradise. I have questions, approximately, where am I? Why am I here? Why am I alone? And lastly, what is my purpose here?

But does it matter...