Do you ever wonder that life is just a story, you’re the protagonist and everyone else has been sent by God to play a role in your life?
That man I watched through the morning fog when I was travelling in the bus, what role could he possibly play? I will probably never even see his face again. Then what’s the point of all this? “It’s just my mind’s gibberish. Maybe it’s just a way to stop me from unveiling the ultimate truth of life. Maybe that man has been sent to clear my hunch.”
Take a moment to think about it—what if you’re the reason why every single thing in the world is happening? What if you’re the answer to every question? What if it all started with you, and it will all end with you?