Revolutionists

Something's pop up in our mind once in a while and we think 'who am I'. 'What am i'. And other thoughts. We always doubt our selves we always have problems, but we never once think whether it is really a problem. The irony of this life. Someone wants to enter heaven but doesn't want to die. Willing to wound, yet afraid to strike. 2% of this world actually realize that we are the solution to our problem and still the cause of the problem. We always blame people for our faults. The irony of life