I have always wondered how people live this long, all the years in the same body, inside the same cage of perspectives and beliefs. Man is ultimately a prisoner of his own thoughts, but how do these thoughts evolve? Maybe it’s the bitter experience they had to chew along their lives, maybe it’s the sight of clouds fleeing, or a dream, they never even had in the first place. Could be anything or just nothing. Sometimes it’s just the void, yes they can be transformative too. As days, months and years pass by, there are people tied up to their truths till their last breath. But isn’t truth itself a lie, comfortable lies we hold true to our heart? It’s mesmerizing despite all these, we find a way out, emerging out of the cocoon just to be inside another, from one bubble to the next.