Who am I?
What will I become?
How was I?
What do I want?
What is my potential?
How can I become the person I want to be?
The only thing I know is:
"I don't know anything."
I will do what the universe wants me to do.
I can't go against the universe.
No one can.
This cosmos doesn’t care about our doubts—
because we are just a small part of it.
Mankind is still far from the cosmos.
If it gave birth to us,
it will take us back—
like a landowner reclaims the land.
If it is beautiful,
it is also full of destruction.
I don't know why I wrote this poem. I have many, more then many question regarding to cosmos.