Being born as a human is a pain in itself. The time we are born, we get labelled with many complications, from name, history, race, gender, religion and what not. Certain things, like gender, or skin colour, or race, might be something that might make us different, but I still do not understand religion. Why still force people into religion that make no sense in general, if the philosophies have been questioned, the same approach is better adopted by other religions, why do they still exist. When did not questioning and blindly following something became the default option for humans, who, are the superior amongst all the animals, have an option to research, realise and understand. Actively trying to convert others to the faith you follow, although seems harmless and makes sense if it works for you, but having just that as your core identity and rejecting everything that’s not practised on your religion, just makes them live in a bubble that will lead to nowhere. I want to live in a fictional state, usually inside my mind, on the stories, that I like to create, for myself. It’s kind of escapism, however, I have not done that in recent days as my mind has been consumed by the overflow of information from reels, youtube videos and many more. I have lost who I was, a hero, in my own stories, helping others, saving my crush, go on a date after I got her attention, maybe because I have lost my foundation. Although, the highest I’ve been in these fantasies has been when I was in love, 2016-17, when I was about 20, I imagined fate leading to dates with my crush in multiple ways, from us being lovers from past life, both somehow getting attached to certain temples and certain words, then me going to the temple one day to discover her attachment to the temple, the us talking, getting to know each others, understanding that we both have crush on each others, then falling in love, going on dates, talking forever and forever, sharing ideas. But, these fantasies never came to life, maybe that broke me, maybe after that I stopped going to these fantasies, as these made no sense to me, while my real life was broken. It feels like that was who I was, but I lost touch with myself, the melancholic, emotional lover, who just had ideas, just wanted to share it with the person he got attached to the most. There is no reason, and no connection between above two paragraphs, however, these are what I feel. Every experience as a human being is filled with painful moments, and in those moment it feels like we all need love. Everyone has their unique ways of expressing love, and for most of us, it’s lost under the overwhelming visibility of the ideal kind of expression. For me, the most highest form of loving is talking, sharing my ideas, sharing who I am, in real, what I like, and most importantly, caring for the person, sticking with them in every moments. At the end, I just wish everyone to be happy, feel content with what they are doing, enjoy life to the fullest, be who they are, without fear, do what they like, and in general, be human. We are the only ones capable of thinking through the emotions and understand them, not act upon the impulses and become more closer to gods.