As I looked at her with her head bent awkwardly and resting on her legs, I imagined how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in such a manner on your seat. We were all travelling in a local train. She with her group and me without mine. On her shoulder rested a motherly arm of one of her elderly gang members. She was young, more than me. But while we have age on our side, it's the exhaustion of expectations that weighs us down. Of living unto our full potential. But what if you don't know what that is or how to get it.
I know people say life is this and life is that. But I think the sole purpose of life is to find who you are in this life, while you are still alive, breathing.
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