What I have achieved or lost?, moments that I have experienced , my childhood, love lives, this and that is now the pile of memories . Really, everything at last turns to some kind of frequencies of wave accumulated in our minds.

How are things going on?

What has happened? How was my childhood? How was she/he/them? What I have done? . To find out the answers of such questions all I have to do is to dig into my own mind. Sometimes, I just get confused if all this is just some types of waves of memories which is stored in our brain then what is the purpose of being human? At the end everything gonna be the memories. What is the purpose of being alive? Just to make up some memories?

Me , my mind and memories

Life becomes meaningless,it is meaningful only if we believe that mind is me and move forward with "Mine, My, I and Me is no other than mind where there lies piles of memories".

Memories are the sources of projection. Projections are that add values to the existence. Everything whatever happens here are being acknowledge with the help of projections. The world exist with linking to projections. Projections are the rooted to mind. And it turns out that world is just the projection of mind. And mind is build up by the piles of memories.

Now , if I believe that I am mind, then I too become the pile of memories i.e. waves. If everything is to turned or remained as waves why someone need property? Why people are competing with each other? Why humanity are struggling to be dignified? What is the relevance of reality, the truth?

Is we people are misguided or is someone or something is preventing mankind to open the box of answers of finding the purpose of life?. The purpose of being alive. Because what can be the purpose of memories it is only to carry information. Is I am born to carry information?

But if we doubt that how can I be mind?. I am not mind, then there appears a fear of being one of quanta of energy without anything (no memories) which will be dissolved in darkness at the end of day. If I am that pack of energy then what happens to my accumulated memories? What are they? Are they just illusion? or am I drown in the cycle of this world? Or is someone playing with me?.

If I am some kind of energy packet nothing can be added there nor can be taken out. Everything becomes meaningless.

Meaning of this world and everything around are rooted deeply within in our mind which in turn provides the values of the existence. In other words, existence is related with our mind. Or simply, we can conclude that this world is projection of our mind which results or makes us to be self centric.

If we believe that, we are mind or I is no other than mind then why I am being attached to mind. Why the hell mind is doing or making me to do? how it likes. Our life becomes like we have been forced to live. If we don't believe that we or I is not a mind then the world drops down all it's values.

On the backdrop of such scenario there I find myself lost in the crowd of mob, with the questions: "Who am I? Why I am? Where will be I if I am not here?"