Life is like a path that never reaches its end. Even when your heart gives up and your death is preordained that long winded path never truly stops. It still stretches far past you, being a stark reminder of what could have been. This road you walk represents your actions, accomplishments, wants and beliefs. The embodiment of every living being. Just hearing these words thrills the mind with many questions, but what if your life is to scoff at, that down this endless road you never achieved a thing. A speck of dust in billions, seemingly ordinary to all accounts. That’s what worried my mind that day when I woke up, as I felt startled by the incoherent dream that didn’t represent my current life. Only to be pushed down a dark alley of mysteries, conspiracies that boggled one to ask what they had gotten themselves into, what inexplicable future awaited them, down these unfathomable roads that everyone walked. All towards the same end, the same questions. Of what it means to be alive. Of what it means to be you.