when i think life,it makes me wonder, makes me think, why. where and how should we live it? who will I be, will I matter, does it matter? at times everything looks like an illusion, it feels as though we're running after an illusion. All our dreams, wills, memories, were they are they all mere illusions? things seem really blurred and surreal right now.. perhaps thats why i like abstract paintings... everything is beautiful but yet so unreal...