Sometimes we thought that everything in this world seem pointless and just went on for the sake of obeying the rules and laws of nature. All seemed to be a big play of everything. Each has his own character to fulfill in the story, each shedding colors and nightmares from day to day happenings. It's somewhat telling us to accept in ourselves that we are but slaves of our own doings and we are in one way or another submitting ourselves to this. It's from the first streak of sunlight until the last kiss of the afternoon, it's always been my observation that we always pour all our struggles to satisfy our day so that at the brink of the hour we can pat ourselves for a job well done. Well, man is naturlly thriving for this for existence. For if we remove this out of our system, we can all become a pile of useless rags. yes. living rags...breathing but not progressing.