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After some days of rest, Siddhartha was sitting beside  a lake. As he always do while smoking a ciggerate, he was finding answers to his question. Puffing his ciggerate deeply, he drove deep into his thought.
After some time of thinking he didn't found any answer but he came up with some questions for sure. He asked himself what is the point of misery? Why do we suffer? Are we even alive?
Are we not moving around as zombies?
Actually yes, we are. We are moving around without any questions, without any curiosity, we literally lost our meaning.
Once there was a time when humans used to live as they wanted, but nowadays we are not living as we want. We are living as others want us to. Others are doing the same, most us lost the point of living. We are not individuals nowadays, we something to someone.
As Siddhartha is known as son of Subrata rather than being known as Siddhartha himself.
Siddhartha sighed for those foolish people.
He wanted to know that don't everyone knew this? Or he is the only one to think like this.
Actually Siddhartha sometimes think maybe he is not as others, as he was meant to be.
Maybe he doesn't feel as others do
But he  do feel,
He do have misery too
For the first time he came up with some sort of answer. But the answer includes many question too.
He wanted to know why we are not accepted as an individual? Why do we run in a rat race?
Are we actually free?
Or we are just enslaved by infatuation.
Actually most of us don't even know what are we.
We search for a way out of misery here and there. But we can't give up silly infatuations.
We don't realise that we are nothing more than a piece of flesh blood and bone.
We are all connected through a thread. The thread of infatuation. Which results in misery.
Siddhartha threw his ciggerate, and sighed.....
Why don't they understand? He asked.