We live in a simulation where pre-planned events take place in a chronological order. We are just pawns of a superior entity, making us dance to its tune. We schlepp the trodden path at the mercy of the embers of a dying flame just to reach a cul-de-sac. We hanker to tread down the same road with people who are destined to leave, but the fact never settles in. We pen our story down, while destiny has already written our fate. We imagine to be living when all we are doing is surviving against all odds. We set sail in a journey to tides unknown hoping one day to reach the horizon. We desire to encapsulate euphoria and dysphoria and call it life. We always want to wear the crown made from jewels carved out from the tissues of the sphere we call our mother. We wish to paint our canvas of life with colors just to tear it apart later.
In this world of chaos and harmony, sobs and smiles, life and death, I failed to understand what is our Nirvana.