We are all born alone...

We are all born alone...through the eternal silence of the womb to the noisy pandemonium of this world.
It's surely not easy journey for human life to strive through the constant battle of survival not just through the means of the unknown but also through the social constructs built by humankind before us to help us guide through this world in a so called sane manner.. So we survive and outgrow with the constant feeds of social shocks to keep our so called ego struggling through the  web of cultural complexity of human kind. We get our identity...or maybe the one which we think is ours and try to stand by it to make our existence meaningful. But little do we imagine that most of what we have and what we have built in our damn small heads is the consistency of our flown down thought processes from the past.

Who are we is then the question... Or maybe what are we...just humans in a part of a process that repeats itself over multiple lives...or are we really special after all... Are we something that never was...or just messengers in the pathway of the passage of time...are we mere passengers who travel between the journey of a system where the road is mere illusion that makes us feel that things are moving behind and we are progressing ahead....

Being grown up is not a step which we reach all of a sudden with all the necessary inputs in our heads...its more of an illusion a process that we engage into and keep being in the constant process of adding to what we are...or maybe we keep spending out what we gain to the world...mere exercise of struggling  through the same webs that we as humans have woven over the years to make our lives more successful than our counterparts...a blank madness of competition to survive and label ourselves as the best survived as against anyone else in this race called life..