I once ask myself, "Why am I still alive?" 
I cannot decipher why I am still living . . . without a purpose nor calling. 

I thought I was nothing more but a speck in a little bubble of daydream but as time pass by, I begin to understand that my purpose is to find out what am I in this little world. It is my calling to make my own destiny . . . my purpose depends on what I'd do.

Beautiful and mysterious, life sure has its perks.