Thursday, the campus is quiet because of the holiday season. An unusually warm winter morning, your whole body bathes in the bright sunlight and the soft air, breeze caresses your cheeks as if it was a spring day. You stare at the gold fishes in the pond. They draw closer to you and swim away, intentionally or unintentionally. The twigs rustle. Everything is so still. As if touched by this stillness, suddenly you forget everything on your agenda that were stifling you just moments ago. You forget things you were running after for all your life till this second. You wonder what life is after all.

And to that, you realize, life has no purpose. Life proceeds as it does in this stillness.

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