# Something is Missing But what? # When I will be enjoying the moment, feeling the fresh air, observing the scenery, there I always stand myself is all this refreshment pleasure happening to me? What about the other person as I stand there in the same scenario. Do they feel the same? Again question moves deeper, No! We are different my world is different from his, so we must be feeling in different ways. I say," okay that is the plausible reason". But why do these differences always lie between two entities, untied, components of existence? No one knows the answer but everyone knows the result that we are unique to one-way perspectives. Again a wave of questions flow within my mind and brings if you want to know why different, know yourself, know the answer to the question," who are you? Find yourself in this existence". Now I try to figure out who am I, whenever I try to fix something for its answer it turns out to be one of the results of becoming I, like my identity. But the question, who am I remains untouched? Yeah, my noiser fiends, the missing was always I, myself. The missing part was me. ..... Thank you, for your time reading my thoughts, that going in my mind.
