My hopes and dreams shall be broken gazillion time, but I’ll always pick them up, stick them together, and keep walking forward. While this may sound inspiring to myself, I fear the long walk of loneliness where I do not know what is down the road for me or know if it ends at all. A scary unobserved variable, waiting to have its chance at me! Even if I stand tall, there will not be a ripple. If I fade into the lightless realms, there will not be a ripple either. A thought for a moment has now turned into a nightmare for the worst to come. Resonate or not, I travel at a constant speed through the spacetime with predicaments, contentment, free will, illusions and solitude to invade my nights. A workable balance between the physical life and the social life is more like a nap on a wall that is too thin to separate the two enigmas. I, as one collective life, chaotically exist, tunneling back and forth, as I soar towards the unknown.