Someday you just feel like standing out of yourself. Just watch yourself as the world does. Where are you? What is it that the world thinks you are? And most importantly, who are you for yourself. So what is it that you really are? And what makes you what you are. Is it the choices that you make? Or is it but a function of choices made by those around? Or is it neither? Do your choices, your decisions, your actions actually make a difference? Is free will for real? Is it really you who makes those choices, who takes those decisions. Or are these governed by this 4 letter f word. I mean fate. Is it fate that rules? Have you been planted somewhere for a plan to implement itself gradually. Coz they say everyone’s existence has a purpose. Or have you merely been sent to make plans and create a purpose for your life? Are there billions of other co-existing plans that keep colliding with and gelling into each other? As tightly knit as the clock’s gears. Or is it just The Plan that