As I walk down the street I am forced to look into the eyes of all these people around me. Each of them seems to be far a way in a distant land that he or she alone knows about. They are all in a hurry. On some are quizzical looks, on some are disturbed and puzzled looks, some looks i can not place and some are just too disturbing to me.
Where are all these people heading to? Why are all these people like this? What are they seeking? And so what after they have gotten what they are seeking?
They are so many, multitudes that my eyes follow beyond the horizon. How i wish i could pin-point the purpose of all their rush, all their struggle, all their yearnings and all their living. But lo! why do i exclude myself? I better hurry to what i am supposed to be at, lest i miss out on my purpose.