Where are we running?

Do you we know our final destination? When will we stop running? It was that one cold day evening, when I stood on the walkways on top of the large bus station in Bangalore, I thought about the purpose of life and the journey toward it for the first time. I saw many hundreds of people running in all direction, except me, the only one was standing still. The youngster, who was just out of his teenage but still had pimples on his face didn’t have the knowledge, experience and…