Inside Anees' Head

I wonder what life is and what we are supposed to do in it. It is hard to talk about it as one entity, perhaps because it is not. Say there are parts of it - some intrinsic to one's life and some affected by lives of others. Intrinsic parts would be such as health and function, optimism, ambition and aesthetics, extrinsic parts would be relationship with other people, so personality and behaviour Time also complicates matters. The only outcome I am care about would be emotions. A thought is that life is akin to music. I don't know much about that, but it's like life is a piece of music and it can be interpreted and treated differently is different situations, different cultures and different time. Inherently, music can be happy or sad but with embellishments and modifications to suit the occasion, perhaps it could be more. Is it always a case of looking ahead and wanting something and live trying to achieve it? Is this part of culture?  What if we can c

It's as though everyone around me is inside this house; it's lit up and decorated and they go on with their practices and their way of life. I am outside in the cold alone, merely peeking through the window and I want to join them inside. I pray they see me, but they won't open that stupid door. And that layer of frost on the door thickens with what I learn. I try to warm myself up by saying that it's better to stay outside, ought to gain something, that I belong outside. Yet, I can't turn away, the warmth of her smile turns me to the door and I can't stop trying.