There are a million questions I have to ask
A million people

Some about their life
Some about mine

Will their answers be right?
Will they even have answers?
Will they understand my question?

Sometimes I strive to find beauty in the act of being lost. I pride myself in wandering through the universe with no aim. I feel as though my purposelessness is a purpose; my purpose, a purposelessness.

Why Embrace Being Lost?

I am surrounded by over seven billion people, yet, never can I seem to find my place amongst them. There are so many questions I ask everyone, yet, never do I get an answer.

Never have I been open to so many ideas as I am now, in this state of confusion and desolate solitude. Since my mind has no place of it’s own, maybe I repent the sin of Adam and Eve, maybe following the Noble Eightfold Path I can find a way to cease Dukkha.

Perhaps I don't exist.