She didn't realize humans can malfunction. That's why every time she looked at the eyes of her neighbors, she can only see eyes. Nothing else. No life, no joy, no fire. Merely living. Merely surviving.
They're malfunctioning, and so is she. That's something she's worried about. What could be the problem? Why do people malfunction? No, scratch those questions. How does a machine malfunction? It simply does not work how it is designed to be. She answered her question. And possibly, they will hurt other things too, or particularly the user.
She continued writing down her thoughts. "Which made these things useless or a failure. They cannot be used anymore, so they need to be repaired. And the only way to do that is to go back to where it is made or to the one who created the machine."
Why does a product malfunction? She asked again. She paused and think of an answer. Probably because the one using it doesn't know how it works. They didn't read the manual.
She smiled. At least that's something inspirational to her. It's something she can relate to, and every other people.
People are like machines or any products created to solve a problem in this world. They malfunction because they didn't know who they are, what they are born to do, and maybe because they didn't do what they are born to do. When they malfunction, they became idle and hurts others. That's why, they need to go back to their Source, to One who made them, because He's the only one who knows how they're designed to be, their purpose.
