If time is a straight line, it is a never ending one. But the irony is we can't pin point the starting point nor the ending point. Though the ending point is a gradually being created with each second, but the starting point is a mystery.
We are just a dot on that line. Perhaps, a microscopic dot. But the fascinating thing about that tiny micro dot is that it is divided into a million of timelines. To be precise billions. No wait, it is in gazillions. By this timeline, I mean each person. We need an entity to measure the unilateral representation of the line to better understand where we really stand. A few are short lived. A few are long. A few are parallel. And where are we in this humongous timeline.
We are busy. We are making a life for ourselves and others. We are inventing things. We are building. We are investing the time and getting the most of it. And in spite of a gazillion timelines we are standing out and shining bright. We are giving life to that monotonous timeline that has a never ending stretch. We are life.
"Where are you?", a question people ask me, no, a question I ask myself. "Where am I?" In that bright timeline that has been shining bright, I.... I am lost.