Both of them were sitting on the banks of river looking up.the ground they were sitting on was lush green with grass and small flowering plant here and there. Little ants were marching in a single line , I wonder, what do they do all day long? Working ? Why do they do that ? What drives them ? Do they ever wonder about where do they come from? What is their purpose ? What is is their story? You ever wondered why they say, to live the life is a gift? May be bcoz, not every living being understands that we are living a life which is a very rare thing in this universe. Hmmm, may be. What if everyone’s life is a story? We all live inside someone else’s mind or their story book. That’s just crazy , you know? Not at all, just think about Santa Claus.The kind of Santa we know, he lives only in our mind and story books. So, u r saying that we are all just stories ? Yes, I would like to think so. That way it gives me hope. Every story has a starting and an ending with some life turnin
Making sense of this world