I don't know who I am besides the roles I take on. But there exist many things that I do know of; which could be my dreams, my passion, or the way I'm stuck in an endless episode of life that I didn't ask for; like most of us. It's been a blindfolded journey all the way, hindering the passion deep within.

And once an old soul exhausted, uttering its helplessness regarding the youthful romantic idea of the freedom infectious to the younger of the youngest brains, crushing each of them underneath.

The hunger within the unsatisfied humanoids results in passionate dreams, which tend to fail due to the customary life in a time frame which appears to be the destination as an oasis in the desert.

For me, the world around me has always been more of a puppet show, the happenings, and relationships that control and define our actions and certainly connect us to humanity.

These strings could be family, dreams, love, hate, friends, loneliness, or regrets.

The string could be a strength like a single mother, carrying the burden and carried away with the bad decisions made by her partner, stuck with a thought to brutally accomplish the pain once and for all.

But the very thought of her kid being all alone in the world sprouts as a string of strength replacing and reinforcing all the pain the world puts on her makes her fight the challenges for the betterment of the kid.

There are moments when you feel the string is holding you back, from being someone you want to be, these strings hailed me over to a journey, leaving behind a glimpse of dreams as brittle as the routine of an ill-passionate life.

We feel that all our decisions are self-proclaimed.

But are they?