Shadow of a man

A thought unexpectedly came to his mind and made him think.

"What’s my purpose?" he asked.
"Why am I here?" he asked.

He was talking to himself. The flicker of the wax candle made a shadow on the walls. It wasn’t creepy. It was just a shadow. He just looked at it and thought to himself," It’s the shadow of a man". And just then he realized that that’s what he was. "Just a shadow". He was the shadow of himself.

He had read books. He had met people that had inspired him. But the inspiration hadn’t lasted long. He wanted to find a purpose but always found himself lost. He had realized that sometimes he felt better just because he thought about it. This sometimes disgusted him. Sometimes this made him relish his thoughts. But it was never concrete.

"Life is breezing past. I wish i could use time than just spending it". He said. Whenever he looked in the mirror he could see a stranger. Sometimes the stranger approved his thoughts and sometimes he disapproved. The funny part was that the stranger looked like him. The Stranger sometimes talked to him and provokes his thoughts.

But there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t want to repent. But he also knew that if he didn’t do something about it soon enough, he will. He knew it meant that he will repent for several of his actions in the years to come.

"Does it mean that I should stop having these thoughts?"
"Does it mean that I should stop living today because of what he may think when he may be more mature?"
For any person, he thought that the answer may be out-rightly no. But he knew better than to think that. He knew better than to ignore those thoughts. He knew they were important. He knew that this voice is what makes him make better decisions. This voice is what helps improve his thoughts and judgment. He never got the answers to these questions from himself though. He knew that he will have to look for these answers elsewhere. He was sure that there were others who would have thoughts similar to him and they must be able to provide the answers. He just had to look for such people.

Search for answers like these is a quest. Some people spend lives trying to find the answers. Others give up on themselves.

He was also sure that he wasn’t here just to be born, bide his time and die one day. He knew that there definitely was a higher purpose to his existence. All he had to do was find the answer and to do that he had to find a person who can help him find the answer.